Su Lu thought about Cheng Youran's princess theory earlier.
She nodded and sat down in front of the dressing table.
Bo Jingshen stood behind her, turning on the hairdryer, his slender fingers weaving through her soft hair.
Su Lu could faintly smell the light scent of baby cream on his fingers. On this man, who usually carried the bracing scent of cedar perfume, there was now this subtle fragrance of baby cream.
It was enough to make her heart feel instantly tender.
Like seeing a large, ferocious beast, carefully fiddling with a fluffy ball with its sharp claws, it softened her heart.
Su Lu watched him from the mirror.
Bo Jingshen was also watching her. After a moment, he smiled gently and said, "Don't look at me like that; I'll feel my service isn't attentive enough." He dried Su Lu's hair and even gave her a scalp massage.
He even applied essential oil to the tips of her hair, which could be considered quite meticulous.
Bo Jingshen asked, "How is it?"
