Zhao Xuran walked out of the bathroom toweling his hair, only to find the bedroom plunged in darkness.
He casually placed the towel on the sofa by the window and dove straight into bed.
"Hey, how come you haven't dried your hair properly?" Gong Ruini was startled jumped by the sudden presence of something damp next to her.
"Don't you know sleeping with wet hair can give you a headache?"
"Honestly, you're getting old." Gong Ruini felt helpless, here is someone who should be the big boss type, yet occasionally does such silly things.
Don't you realize that this would make your head all uncomfortable?
"Come on, get up and dry your hair, or use the hairdryer if you don't feel like it."
Gong Ruini really couldn't understand how Zhao Xuran could be so indifferent about his hair. She knew he was meticulous and careful when drying hers.
"I'm not happy." Zhao Xuran mumbled, he simply didn't want to get up to dry his hair, "You used to help me dry it."
