"It's late, you should go to sleep."
Dan Hanjie pulled Qin Youxuan back down on the bed.
Qin Youxuan accidentally touched his short hair and sat up again, "Your hair is still wet, I'll dry it for you. It's time to sleep, why did you even wash your hair."
"Who was it that just complained I smelled, hm?"
Dan Hanjie's large hand caressed her waist, playfully pinching the tender flesh at her side, tickling Qin Youxuan so much she begged for mercy.
Just as she was about to enter the bathroom to get a hairdryer, he pulled her back.
"It's almost dry, no need to bother."
"No, sleeping with wet hair will give you a headache. Either you go get it yourself and I'll blow-dry it for you, or we don't sleep at all and wait for it to dry naturally." Qin Youxuan insisted, looking at him.
In the end, the result was certainly Dan Hanjie compromising.
He doted on her, having spoiled her to the point of having no principles, no bottom line.