Quan Yu wrung the water from Ning Guiwan's hair; it was so thick that it wasn't easy to dry.
"Where did you put the hair dryer?" he asked, a smile on his lips and warmth in his eyes as he looked at the girl's slightly embarrassed expression.
"I can do it myself. You go attend to your matters." Ning Guiwan found his attentiveness a bit much. If word got out, who would believe he would serve someone like this? He was the head of Ruiyin, a magnate far beyond the reach of countless others.
"Since I've started, I might as well see it through to the end." Quan Yu wiped his hands with the towel he had used to dry her hair, then bent down and turned on the faucet. The water, swirling with floating strands of hair, slowly drained away.
Ning Guiwan watched his natural movements, unable to quite pinpoint her feelings.
Intimate acts aren't limited to skin-to-skin contact; they can be washing a piece of personal clothing for someone or draining their used bathwater...
