It wasn't until over half an hour later that Ling Chuxia finally calmed down.
Bai Yixuan took Ling Chuxia upstairs. As soon as they entered the apartment, he found a towel and draped it over Ling Chuxia's head, helping her dry her hair. Although the rain hadn't been heavy, Ling Chuxia had walked in it for so long, and she had just been standing downstairs for over half an hour; her entire body was already soaked through.
Ling Chuxia looked up at Bai Yixuan and saw that his hair and clothes were also wet from the rain, but from beginning to end, he had only taken care of her. A sense of guilt quietly rose in her heart, and she hurriedly said, "Brother Xuan, stop drying me off, you should dry yourself too."
As she spoke, she pushed the towel toward Bai Yixuan, but he firmly pressed it back onto her head, "You should first take care of yourself. With your fragile body, you might catch a cold in a bit. No, you better go take a hot shower and change out of all these wet clothes."
