Fu Jingyu said, "Why not? I don't mind the trouble."
Ye Fanxing couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Fu Jingyu asked seriously, "What's so funny?"
"Just reminded of the first two times I met you in Nanchuan, I would never have imagined that one day, Uncle would help me dry my hair." Ye Fanxing chuckled, recalling how aloof Fu Jingyu was back then.
But now, even when he spoke to her sternly, she found it incredibly sweet.
Fu Jingyu admitted, "I just don't want you to fall sick, and have to look after you."
"But if I do get sick, Uncle would still have to take care of me." He might complain about it being a hassle, but when she fell sick, he would patiently tend to her more than anyone else.
Soon, Fu Jingyu finished drying her hair, put the towel aside, and advised Ye Fanxing, "Get some rest!"
Ye Fanxing suddenly grabbed his hand, "Uncle."
Looking at Ye Fanxing, Fu Jingyu stayed silent, causing her anxiety to ensue, "Can I sleep with you tonight?"
Fu Jingyu: "..."