Xiao Moli looked at her with eyes full of tenderness, wondering how he, who had seen all kinds of beautiful women before, could fall so helplessly in love with this little thing.
Seeing her still-damp hair, he went over to the dressing table, picked up the hairdryer, and brought it over.
An Ziqi spontaneously got up, perched herself on the edge of the bed with a lifted corner of her lips, wrapped her arms around his waist with a giggly smile, and let him blow-dry her hair while humming a tune, clearly in high spirits.
Looking at the well-defined muscles in front of her, An Ziqi couldn't help but giggle and reach out to caress them a couple of times.
After the touch, fearing his reckoning, she hurriedly pushed him away and rolled back onto the bed.
Xiao Moli clicked his tongue; the little thing was getting bolder and bolder.
