Ten minutes was just enough to make Zhuo Qianqian's long hair less damp.
The two sat on the bench one after the other, with Wang Fan using a hair dryer to blow hot air at her hair roots. As he blew and shook, the roots began to dry, and the hair, originally clinging to her scalp because of the dampness, gradually started to fluff up, increasingly shimmering with alluring luster.
Switching the hot air to cold, he began to blow from top to bottom at the hair tips.
Gently shaking out the damp hair, the strands fluttered lightly, propelled by the airflow from the dryer, becoming more buoyant as the moisture evaporated. They formed graceful arcs in the air, a faint fragrance lingering around Wang Fan's nose, spreading a warm feeling in his heart.
Along with it comes a sense of complete satisfaction.
Just as he was blowing her hair, Wang Fan noticed the little foodie in front of him started swaying back and forth. Before he could react, she leaned her head into his embrace.
"Hoo..."
