Leaning in, Yu Siqiao kissed her face repeatedly and said, "Dry your hair before sleeping."
Mo Shu murmured softly, "Sleepy..."
Yu Siqiao picked her up and said, "Dry it before sleeping."
Mo Shu, unwillingly, was picked up, closed her eyes, and let him dry her hair.
Yu Siqiao picked up the towel next to him and, while slowly drying her hair, suddenly felt something flash in his palm.
Then, it seemed like a wave of heat emerged.
Yu Siqiao was startled and immediately withdrew his hand.
Then, the heat in his hand quickly disappeared.
Yu Siqiao secretly let out a sigh of relief and continued to help Mo Shu dry her hair.
But soon, the wave of heat quietly surged again in his palm.
Yu Siqiao was taken aback, then realized that the woman in his arms moved her head and said, "Something feels warm, very comfortable."
Yu Siqiao hesitated for a moment, "Does it feel good?"
Mo Shu responded lazily.
