Zhuang Su's hair is very good, black and smooth.
Su Chengxuan held it in his palm, gently blowing.
The warm wind by her ear made Zhuang Su a little drowsy, and when Su Chengxuan finished drying her hair, she fell asleep directly on his lap.
Su Chengxuan was worried that if her hair wasn't dry, she might catch a cold easily.
Once he ensured her hair was completely dry, he carefully helped her onto the bed.
The ointment still hadn't been applied, so Su Chengxuan had to lift her clothes and slowly apply the ointment.
He himself didn't mind whether Shushu would have scars; even if there were scars, she would still be his beloved Shushu.
But this little woman cared a lot.
So, the ointment couldn't be skipped, he hoped that all the injuries on her body would heal.
She was probably tired too, because she didn't wake up even after he finished applying the ointment.
