The moon climbed into the dead of night. Qingye was drenched in sweat, her long hair stuck damply to her cheeks.
Zhang Haike drew a tub of hot water, carried her over to give her a quick rinse, and casually grabbed a dress for her to put on.
Watching Qingye as she drifted toward sleep the moment her head hit the pillow, Zhang Haike leaned down and kissed the corner of her eye. "Go to sleep, I'll dry your hair." With that, he pulled away the bath towel wrapped around her long hair, squeezed out the excess water, and grabbed a hair dryer to quickly dry it for her.
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