Gu Rongqi was silent for a while before saying, "You go first."
"Oh..." Realizing the ambiguity in her words, Cheng Qicai also felt embarrassed.
Cheng Qicai returned to her room stiffly, took out her pajamas, and went into the bathroom.
The hot water from the showerhead relaxed her tired body, and she quickly forgot the embarrassment she had just felt.
After quickly washing her hair, Cheng Qicai came out of the bathroom.
They met eyes with Gu Rongqi, who was sitting on the sofa.
Cheng Qicai's throat went dry, and she said in a dry voice, "I'm done washing."
Um?!
Can't you just speak properly today? Are you trying to recreate scenes from movies and TV shows?
“Okay…” Gu Rongqi took his clothes and went into the bathroom.
Even though the two of them often spend time alone together, there's a strange awkwardness standing between them now.
Perhaps it was because it was the first time the two of them had spent the night alone together?
Cheng Qicai took out a hair dryer from the cabinet, and the whooshing sound of the hair dryer effectively masked the sound of water in the bathroom.
When her hair was half-dry, the sofa next to her suddenly sank.
She looked up and saw Gu Rongqi sitting next to her.
The pajamas they were wearing made it seem like the two of them had met up via phone the night before.
Gray and pink, passion and composure, seem to blend together exceptionally well at this moment.
Seeing his wet hair, Cheng Qicai held out the hairdryer in front of her, "Why don't you dry your hair first? My hair isn't dripping wet anymore."
Gu Rongqi didn't take it, but looked into her eyes and asked, "Could you blow on it for me?"
Looking at his constantly dripping hair, Cheng Qicai suspected that Gu Rongqi was waiting for him here.
Despite her thoughts, she nodded and said, "Okay."
Cheng Qicai raised the hairdryer in her hand, her fingers running through his hair as she carefully turned his wet hair.
Practice makes perfect, and her movements are much more skillful now than before. It's like she's wearing a "Tony Cheng" nameplate on her chest.
Gu Rongqi squinted, a look of contentment flashing across his eyes. He felt Cheng Qicai's fingertips occasionally pressing on his scalp, giving him a comfortable feeling like he was soaking in a hot spring.
He has loved this warm and cozy atmosphere ever since the last time.
This feeling, which he had never experienced before, made him somewhat addicted.
That's why I couldn't help but ask her to help me blow-dry my hair this time.
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