Inside the bedroom, the warm, soft light poured down like water, sketching out a quiet little haven on the large double bed.
Liu Muye walked over gently behind Han Juyou and sat cross-legged, his movements filled with tenderness.
He slowly reached out, his fingers passing through Han Juyou's wet, long hair as gently as if he were handling a rare treasure. Then, he picked up the hair dryer nearby and switched it on. The dryer emitted a low hum, and a warm current of air instantly enveloped Han Juyou's strands of hair.
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