Not knowing whether Xu Xing was thinking of her first night with Tan Chengjing and recalling an unpleasant experience, she spoke that last sentence with solemnity and through clenched teeth.
After I hung up the phone, Lyanna had already finished tidying up and was sitting on the bed in a daze, her hair still dripping wet.
I picked up the hair dryer, walked quietly to her side, gathered her beautiful hair in my hands, and began to dry it for her.
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