The towel incident

Pei Xingcheng's body stiffened as he felt a familiar presence behind him. The warmth of her breath on the back of his neck caused him to shiver, sending a surge of quickened heartbeats through his veins. 

Memories of the almost-kiss they had shared earlier came rushing back to him, causing his mind to race with uncertainty. How was he to face her after that moment?

He felt a sense of nervousness and vulnerability as if he was walking on eggshells around her. Would she bring up the almost-kiss? Would she ignore it and pretend it never happened? He had no idea. 

Just then, he sensed her reaching out, her cool fingers brushing against his wet hair. A jolt of electricity coursed through him, and his heart skipped a beat. "Come," she said. "I will help you." 

However, Pei Xingcheng quickly grabbed the hair dryer from her hand and uttered, "Miss... miss ghost... I-I... I can do it myself." 

Tang Zhixi remained silent.