You could say that his entire life revolves around her.
Yasa's movements are gentle.
In no time, he makes Guaiguai's hair smooth.
Stroking her shiny black hair, Yasa can still smell the faint sweet scent of shampoo.
Unwillingly withdrawing his hand, he says, "Alright, it's done."
Guaiguai tilts her head to look at him, "It's not dry yet."
Yasa smiles, "Just wait."
He fetches a hairdryer to dry her hair.
Guaiguai quietly lets him care for her, and Yasa doesn't talk much either, but both are accustomed to and enjoy the silence.
Suddenly, Guaiguai speaks, "Yasa, there's a boy who really likes me."
Yasa is suddenly stunned.
But he quickly regains composure, "Really? But Guaiguai is so good that someone is sure to like you."
Guaiguai asks him puzzled, "Does liking someone mean you should be together?"
Yasa knows that she understands little about worldly matters.
He asks back, "Do you like him?"
"What if I do?"
