His strong arms seemed to exert little effort, easily lifting her from the head of the bed to the foot, where she sat.
And when he held her, his palm was always clenched into a fist, not offending her, keeping a gentlemanly distance.
Sheng Yi's ear lobes turned red, and then her entire ears followed suit, her cheeks feeling so hot it was like she had a fever. She raised her hand to cover her face, just about to say thank you, when she heard his voice above her head: "Don't sleep yet, dry your hair before you sleep. Just sit, I'll do it."
She responded dully: "…Oh."
Then, feeling it was too much trouble for him, she said hesitantly before he turned on the hairdryer: "Let me do it myself. I've already troubled you with so many things tonight."
Thinking he would say, "It's no trouble."
But she heard him say, "Since it's already trouble, one or two more things won't make a difference."
Sheng Yi: "..." Mom, I really want to marry this man...
