SHEN JI YUN lowered his gaze, trying to lessen the effect of the sight before him. He took slow, deep breaths, doing his best to calm his racing heart. When he lifted his head and looked at Luo Yan again, he saw a glint of amusement in the other's eyes. It was as if Luo Yan already knew exactly what Shen Ji Yun had been thinking.
He cleared his throat and rose to his feet. "You can sit on the bed. Let me dry your hair for you."
Luo Yan did not argue and sat down on the edge of the bed. Shen Ji Yun took a hairdryer and stood beside him. He switched on the dryer, keeping it on a warm, gentle setting. As he ran his fingers through Luo Yan's damp hair, he noticed how incredibly soft and smooth it felt, like silk under his touch. He worked slowly, carefully drying each section.
