Picking up the hair dryer, although Ning Wan didn't want to help him dry his hair, she still stood directly behind the man and began to help him dry his dripping wet hair.
Her fingers intertwined in the man's hair, and Ning Wan noticed that his hair had grown a bit longer than last year and its texture was surprisingly good, making her feel that her own hair couldn't compare to his.
Xi Mohan sat on the sofa, leaning back slightly. The warm wind blowing from above didn't feel scorching; instead, it was quite comfortable, making him involuntarily close his eyes to relax.
For a moment, Ning Wan really wanted to use the hair dryer to hit his head hard, but this impulse was only a fleeting thought; she didn't actually do it and continued to dry his hair obediently.
It only took a few minutes for her to dry his hair completely since men's hair is so short, unlike the long hair that women have which takes longer to dry.
