It was as if he were the one who had lost the bet.
Suddenly, Shen Yuan heard the sound of a hairdryer, and his previously slumped body immediately sat bolt upright.
Looking toward the bedroom, Shen Yuan swallowed nervously.
Even though he knew Li Zhi had way too much hair to possibly finish blow-drying this quickly, Shen Yuan couldn't help but feel restless.
He even felt a little regretful. 'Why did I have to bring it up so soon?'
In the bathroom, the sound of running water came to an abrupt halt.
Li Zhi pushed open the glass shower door. Her damp, dark hair clung to the nape of her neck, and droplets from the ends trickled down her spine.
After toweling herself dry, Li Zhi stood before the steamy mirror and began to blow-dry her hair.
Once she was done, Li Zhi, wrapped in a bath towel, walked over to the closet in her bedroom.
Her fingertips paused as they touched the closet's brass handle.
