"Huh?" Su Mo was stunned, "You want to help me blow-dry it?"
"Mhm."
Getting a firm reply from the man, Su Mo was somewhat flattered. She sat in front of the vanity mirror and said dazedly, "No one has ever blow-dried my hair for me."
Lu Chen's gaze softened, he picked up the hairdryer, and his slender fingers threaded through her hair, starting to blow-dry it skillfully.
Hmm... it seemed a bit long.
Su Mo initially thought it somewhat resembled the real deal, until the hairdryer stayed fixed in one place, and she couldn't bear the heat anymore. She glanced weakly up at the man focused on her hair above her, "It's hot... don't blow in one spot."
Lu Chen's hand paused, he put down the hairdryer, rubbed her head, and indeed found one spot on her scalp unusually hot. His eyes filled with regret, he said, "You do it yourself."
Su Mo felt he seemed somewhat deflated and quickly grabbed his hand, "We should finish it."