"Aren't you going out?"
Bi Xia sprawled on the bed and burrowed into the blanket, looking at Qin Zhan who was coming out of the bathroom, and asked.
Qin Zhan paused in wiping his head, lifted his eyes to look at Bi Xia who was nestled in the blanket, and chuckled, "How did you know?"
Bi Xia tilted her head, "I heard."
She said, her starry eyes glanced around and pointed at her ear, "In a daze, I seemed to hear it."
Qin Zhan smiled, stepped to the bedside, and handed the towel in his hand to Bi Xia, "Help me wipe my hair, hmm?"
The 'hmm' carried a light enticement, coupled with the deep, magnetic voice. Bi Xia's eyes lit up, she scrambled up, took the towel, and knelt on the bed. Qin Zhan bent down in cooperation with Bi Xia's movement, his eyes filled with laughter as he felt those small hands lightly wiping his hair through the towel.
However, the smile didn't last long and dimmed shortly after.
