With his head lowered, he appeared to be patiently focusing on combing her hair. What she was most surprised with was that, under his meticulous combing, he managed to untangle her messy hair easily and made it neat!

"Foolish woman, don't you even know how to blow your hair dry?"

Saying this, he lifted the hairdryer, adjusted its wind and heat setting to low, and gently blew her hair dry.

His long slender fingers made their way through her hair strands along with the warm, cozy wind. He dried every strand of it, intermittently massaging her acupoints with his fingertips.

Such tender movements made her sigh in satisfaction. She moaned softly and lazily shut her eyes, the corner of her lips irresistibly curving upward in bliss.

It was so comfortable!

Every once in a while, she would visit the salon to have her hair cut, and the hairdresser would massage the acupoints on her head like this. Mu Yazhe's skills seemed to be very professional and no less inferior to a hairdresser's.

This felt great!

In the past, her adoptive father used to assist her with washing her hair and blowing it dry; from a young age, she had lived with him, so one time, her father was not ashamed to ask the neighboring aunties to teach him how to tie plaits.

The results were subpar, though. Her ponytails, which were tied too tightly that they pulled painfully on her scalp, were often mismatched in height, causing her to be laughed at by her classmates.

However, she still thought that that was the happiest moment of her childhood.

"You seem to be very skilled." She could not help but be curious. "Let alone a normal man, a woman will be stumped with hair this thick and long; how do you handle this with ease?"

As soon as he heard her words, for some reason, his upturned lips suddenly reverted to a cold curve; his face also tightened up.

She was oblivious to the changes in his facial expression, however, and simply continued asking, "Do you have experience with this in the past?"

His movements slightly paused, and as though he was reminded of something, his dark orbs faintly gleamed of pain.

However, this emotion was quickly repressed by him, and in a flash, he reverted to his usual calm demeanor. He just answered neutrally, "I used to help someone dry their hair in the past."

When she heard his reply, for some reason, her heart ached, and she found it hard to breathe!

… Used to help someone dry their hair?

Was it a woman?

At the thought of this, she suddenly laughed to herself in despair.

Of course, it was a woman. Only woman had hair this long.

Was it Mu Wanrou? Would he help blow her hair often, like how he did it today? Gently brushing her split ends and massaging her acupoints?

While she was feeling conflicted, her hair was already blown dry without her noticing it.

Her face reddened. He suddenly dipped his head to nibble at her ear. As the tip of his tongue provoked her and outlined her ear, he chuckled charmingly with his low voice. She initially thought he would take some action, but in the end, she only heard him ask, "Hungry?"

She licked her lips and slightly nodded.

Doing nothing this entire day, her stomach was already empty.

He pressed on, "What do you want to eat?"

"I'm not eating; I want to get home quickly!"

"He he!" He lightly pecked her cheek. "You're not lacking the time. Eat something before you go, hmm?"