Li Jinyan saw Ling Ruonan walking towards him and raised an eyebrow slightly, "Weren't you going to sleep?"
"Your hair's not dry yet. If you sleep now, you'll easily get a headache. Wait a moment, I'll get the hairdryer to dry it for you." Ling Ruonan said as she walked into the bathroom, soon emerging with the hairdryer in hand.
Li Jinyan watched Ling Ruonan plug in the power. When they first got together, she often dried his hair, but after Ling Jinghang was imprisoned, she never tried to please him like this again.
He walked over and gently hugged her from behind, "Be good from now on, don't go against me."
Ling Ruonan held the hairdryer, fell silent for a moment, and said, "Okay." Then she turned around and pulled him to sit on the edge of the bed, turned on the hairdryer, and began drying his hair.
The room was very quiet, and the roaring sound of the hairdryer was particularly clear.
Slender, fair fingers combed through the man's hard, black stubble.
One stood, one sat,
