The person in front of her suddenly raised his head.
Caught off guard by those eyes as dark as ink, Ruhuahua felt as though something had struck the bottom of her heart, and her gaze flicked away in a fluster.
"What are you thinking about?" Zhongli Ting screwed the lid back onto the ointment jar, stood up to wash his hands, glanced at her hair, and casually hooked a strand around his fingertips, twisting it. "Why didn't you dry it? You'll have a headache later."
Chapter 333