"I... I have to..." Bei Yiyi wanted to say that she was about to go to the airport.
Before she finished her sentence, Wu Yao suddenly interrupted her, "Your hair is still wet, hurry up and blow-dry it, be careful not to make your cold worse."
"..." Bei Yiyi stared at him for a moment, stunned.
The man in front of her, who had shown such concern for her time and time again today, felt almost unrecognizable to her...
Seeing that she didn't react, Wu Yao glanced at her wet hair and frowned. Then, he directly grabbed her slender wrist, pulled her into the bathroom, and took out a hairdryer.
The sound of the hairdryer buzzed, and Wu Yao's large hand gently stroked her hair, directly blow-drying it for her.
Bei Yiyi's back stiffened instantly, her voice slightly trembling from nerves, "I... I'll do it myself."
"Don't move, stand still." Wu Yao pressed down her hand that tried to grab the hairdryer and continued blow-drying her hair.
