Yu Qinghuai’s hair was soft and still faintly damp. Jiang Yuchi reached out to touch it, and sure enough, it was half-wet, yet he had already closed his eyes, looking as if he were about to fall asleep right there on the spot.
"Dry your hair before you go to sleep!"
What kind of person was he? If he ended up with a headache and went on strike the next day, she’d probably be the one who had to take care of him.
Chapter 123