Wen Wanzhi felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, her heart in a tangle.
The fingers that Bao Yancheng passed through her hair held no hint of desire or flirtation, the gentleness was uncharacteristic of him.
To refuse him coldly at this moment would somewhat seem like an overreaction.
But to let him close like this, the defenses in her heart would gradually crumble...
Wen Wanzhi shifted slightly, and Bao Yancheng stopped the hairdryer: "What's wrong, did it burn you?"
Before the man could lean down and check carefully, Wen Wanzhi grabbed the hairdryer with a cold face, inadvertently hitting the abrasion on Bao Yancheng's arm.
The man grunted, his arm stiffened for an instant, and the hairdryer ended up in Wen Wanzhi's hands.
"You're still injured; let me do it."
Wen Wanzhi's heart ached, and she turned around to blow-dry her hair herself.
Bao Yancheng just quietly watched her, until Wen Wanzhi turned off the switch.