Si Chenli's broad palm was warm and gentle as he dried her hair with practiced ease.
Sang Qiao sat quietly enjoying it, she couldn't deny that having someone else dry her hair was truly comfortable.
Following the man's gaze downward, she could see an enticing view of her loose neckline, though the young girl was completely unaware.
With her eyes closed and obediently letting him dry her hair, the man's Adam's apple bobbed, and his movements slowed unconsciously, losing their smoothness.
"Did you burn my hair?" Sang Qiao felt the scalp on the left side of her head as hot as fire. She raised her eyes to look at him.
It was then that Si Chenli snapped back to reality, meeting the young girl's accusing eyes and felt his heart soften. He tenderly massaged the over-dried part of her scalp.
"I didn't burn it, I just blew on it a little too long by accident, sorry."
