Sikong Jingqiu came out from the shower and saw Haiyue sitting in the middle of the bed with a blank look on her face. She was startled for a moment and wiped her hair before walking over and sitting beside the bed, "Are you awake?"
"Uh... um." Haiyue suddenly came back to her senses and subconsciously shrank back.
Sikong Jingqiu frowned, not happy with her dodge, but he didn't say anything. He bent down and opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out the hair dryer and put it into Haiyue's hand, "Help me dry my hair." [
"Ah? Okay." Haiyue was stunned for a moment, then took the hair dryer and pressed the switch, but found that the power was not connected. What should I do? Should I ask him to help connect the power, or should I go down and do it myself? But the Sikong socket happened to be there.
At Sikong Jingqiu’s feet…
Sensing her hesitation, Sikong Jingqiu turned his head slightly and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Uh..." Haiyue bit her lower lip, "The power supply is not connected."
Sikong Jingqiu didn't say anything. He bent down to connect the power supply. When he was about to get up, he suddenly saw a dark green box lying in the gap between the bed and the bedside cabinet.
Probably due to falling from a height, the lid of the box has been opened, revealing the silver men's ring inside.
No one had been to this lounge except himself. He didn't remember that he had bought such a cheap ring, so Song Haiyue brought it.
Sikong Jingqiu was startled for a moment, then reached out and picked up the ring.
Seeing that he leaned down and didn't move for so long, Haiyue couldn't help but feel a little strange, "Is there something wrong with the socket?"
"Well, it seems a little loose. I'll use it today. I'll ask Secretary Lin to call someone to replace it later." Sikong Jingqiu tightened his hand, held the ring in his palm, picked up the green box and closed it, calmly
Put it into the pocket of the clothes on the bedside table and straighten up as usual.
"Oh." Haiyue didn't doubt that he was there and turned on the hair dryer to help him dry his hair.
No one spoke, and there was nothing else in the room except the sound of the hair dryer.
Haiyue gently brushed Sikong Jingqiu's incredibly soft black hair and her long hair hanging on his shoulders, and her thoughts couldn't help but wander a little. In the past two years, Yun Yan has been taking care of her, and she seems to
He has never had his hair blow-dried before, and it is even less likely that he will have such an opportunity in the future...
A wave of sadness surged into her heart, Haiyue couldn't help but close her eyes, and the hand holding the hair dryer trembled slightly.