Finally, the door handle let out a slight click.
Xu Ji withdrew his outstretched hand and shifted his body slightly to the side.
The bathroom door was pulled open, and Gu Xi had already changed into her clothes, yet she appeared somewhat disheveled.
Xu Ji's gaze fell on her still damp hair with bits of foam that hadn't been rinsed clean clinging to one side.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he walked over, pulled her in front of the showerhead, and said softly, "Lower your head."
Gu Xi did as told.
Xu Ji tested the water temperature, took the showerhead and rinsed her hair clean again.
Then he pulled her over to the sofa, sat her down, took a hair dryer, and carefully dried her hair.
Gu Xi looked like a puppet at the mercy of others, with a vacant stare, as if disconnected from this world.
When Xu Ji bent down to embrace her, she still reflexively shuddered.
Xu Ji cast a glance at her and then placed her on the bed.