Later, Ye Qingcao dried her hair by herself.
Huo Feng followed Pu Sangzhi upstairs to the balcony and helped her hang the clothes to dry.
The summer evening was slightly sultry, but from time to time, a breeze would flow through the balcony.
For Pu Sangzhi, who had just taken a bath, these breezes were quite refreshing.
Dressed in pink pajamas, with a dry towel wrapped around her head, her damp hair tucked inside, her long and fair neck was revealed, all of which, in Huo Feng's eyes, was very tempting.
Seeing her hang the clothes with the demeanor of a dutiful wife, Huo Feng stood behind her with his hands in his pockets, his lips curled in a quiet appreciation of her figure full of domestic charm.
Huo Feng had offered to help her, but Pu Sangzhi, saying they were girls' clothes, wouldn't let him touch them.
If it were only Pu Sangzhi's clothes, Huo Feng wouldn't mind at all. But the tub also contained Ye Qingcao's clothes, and those he would absolutely not touch!
