A sudden whirl, and Wei Anning was pinned under the man's body. She opened her eyes to look at him, his eyes held such a strong invading light that it made her heart tremble, causing her to shift her gaze uncomfortably.
She glimpsed her damp long hair and pushed his shoulder, "Let me get up, my hair is still wet."
The man didn't move a muscle, just stared at her for a while.
Wei Anning got annoyed, and after hitting his shoulder twice, he finally rolled off her, pulling her up from the bed in the process. He picked up the towel that had dropped on the bed and started to towel her wet hair dry.
"Your hair has grown longer. Keep it long from now on, don't cut it." His low, rasping voice came from above her head, with warm breaths spraying on her shoulder, tickling her heart.
Wei Anning glanced sideways at him, "If I don't cut it, will you manage it for me?"
"Sure." The man's hands kept moving.
