Mu Xiaoyao held the hairdryer, walked over to Baili Xia, and pulled her to sit on the sofa.
Only then did he plug it in, study it for a while, and start drying her hair.
The movements were indescribably clumsy; it was obvious he had never done this before.
Mu Xiaojiu stood to the side, his gaze constantly locked on Baili Xia's face.
His expressionless face hid too many thoughts, making him utterly inscrutable.
Baili Xia wasn't unaware that this man had been staring at her with a fervent gaze.
The intensity of it was almost unbearable, but there wasn't a hint of danger.
So even though she found this man very impolite, she couldn't refuse.
Because, he actually hadn't done anything.
Baili Xia bit her lip and instinctively hid next to Mu Xiaoyao.
She wanted his tall figure to block Mu Xiaojiu's profound gaze.
It wasn't until she had almost completely hidden behind Mu Xiaoyao that Mu Xiaojiu seemed to react.
He withdrew his heavy gaze and sat back down in front of the sofa.
