She could understand being caught off guard, but Fu Yihan's actions right now—Su Qingnuan truly couldn't make sense of them!
"Mr. Fu!" Panicking, Su Qingnuan pushed Fu Yihan's hand away and stood up. "I can do it myself."
Fu Yihan raised an eyebrow and stared at her thoughtfully.
Avoiding Fu Yihan's gaze, Su Qingnuan lowered her head and hastily fiddled with her hair.
Those few rebellious strands of hair only got messier in Su Qingnuan's hands.
"It's even messier now." Fu Yihan reminded her, his expression blank.
Su Qingnuan froze for a moment, then stood up and headed toward the bedroom.
Fu Yihan raised an eyebrow and followed her into the room.
After hurriedly sorting out her hair, Su Qingnuan stepped out of the bathroom and saw Fu Yihan sitting at the doorway.
"Mr. Fu?" Su Qingnuan asked curiously. "What are you doing here?"
"Waiting for you."
"...Waiting for me?"
Su Qingnuan retreated nervously. "Is there something you need, Mr. Fu?"
