"Dry my hair for me."
The man sat down next to her, casually handing her a soft towel.
A faint scent of cool wood filled the air around her.
An Yan hurriedly took the towel. Struggling to control her racing heart, she unfolded the towel and draped it over his head.
The man's hair was short, and the towel was quite absorbent, so after a quick toweling, it was already half-dry.
"Blow-dry it!"
"Okay."
An Yan obediently picked up the hairdryer, turned it on, and aimed it at his head.
The whooshing cool air made Li Tianyao's handsome face darken. He reached out, took the hairdryer, helped her switch it to the warm air mode, and then let go of her hand.
His sudden grip and release on her hand nearly made An Yan lose her grip on the hairdryer.
Seeing the blast of air from the dryer aiming straight for his own collar, Li Tianyao could only raise a hand to redirect it, his mouth twitching.
"If you can't manage, I'll do it myself!"