"Really, there's nothing else." She said impatiently, picking up a towel to start drying his hair: "I'll help you wash your upper body later..."
Xia Xiaonuan spoke, and suddenly, her movements slightly paused.
In her mind, the scene of her drying Nangong Yaoling's hair in Pakistan abruptly appeared.
The image of Nangong Yaoling sulking when he was angry seemed so vivid.
She couldn't help but curve her lips into a smile, suddenly feeling that Nangong Yaoling was really cute back then.
At that time, this man was originally very angry, but ended up calming down because she dried his hair, even saying she was tempting him...
Thinking of this, Xia Xiaonuan couldn't help but a blush flash across her face.
It was as if the man in front of her was Nangong Yaoling.
Situ Yan noticed Xia Xiaonuan suddenly stopped, stunned for a moment, and looked up.
Only to find this woman was distracted again.
"Hey! Xia Xiaonuan!" Situ Yan shouted loudly.
