In the previous moment, Xi Jiu was immersed in sadness, but instantly stood up from the sofa. The steps he took toward Ruan Qi were full of eagerness and longing, without a trace of sorrow.
"Why did you come out without drying your hair again?" Xi Jiu frowned at Ruan Qi's damp long hair.
He quickly walked into the bathroom and came out with a towel.
"Although it's warming up, the wind is still quite sharp. If your hair is this wet and catches the wind, what then?"
While criticizing Ruan Qi, Xi Jiu helped her dry her hair with the towel.
Once Ruan Qi's hair stopped dripping water, he led her to the dressing table and pressed her into a chair.
"Baby, play with your phone for a bit; I'll blow dry your hair."
Before Ruan Qi could speak, a phone was thrust into her hand.
Immediately afterward, the hum of the hairdryer started up.
...
Xi Jiu's hair-drying skills were very good. In less than fifteen minutes, Ruan Qi's waist-length hair was blown smooth and silky.
