She nervously said, "Can we... can we not do this so quickly?"
Over the past three years, they had kept in touch, and in the last year, their messages had become increasingly ambiguous, but neither of them had broken that layer of relationship, savoring the feeling of ambiguity.
But now...
Lu Xinyun uneasily spoke again, "Xiao Qing just called me, asking me to go back quickly, you see..."
"Come here!"
Nangong Xuan's words carried a hint of displeasure, "Do you want me to come over and carry you here?"
"No," Lu Xinyun shivered, looking up at him, "Nangong Xuan, what do you mean by this?"
"Didn't you want to leave earlier? Dry my hair first and then we'll go."
Upon hearing this, she scrutinized him with a skeptical look. After a long while, she asked, "Really?"
He suddenly laughed, "What else would you want me to do?"
...
Blushing, Lu Xinyun took the hair dryer out of the bathroom and carefully started to dry his hair next to him.
