Yunxi was holding a hairdryer, continuously blowing the bed sheet.
Qiao Yi had finished bathing, feeling dizzy from the soak, wanting to get out of the bathtub.
He stood there like a statue, completely motionless, blowing with full concentration.
Qiao Yi felt very nervous; she glanced at the towel, which was also at a considerable distance, requiring her to get out of the bathtub to reach it.
All Qiao Yi could do was wait with a flushed face, silently hoping the bed sheet would dry quickly!
Meanwhile, Yunxi was blowing the bed sheet while focusing on the reflection in the mirror showing Qiao Yi in the bathtub.
Radiantly beautiful, enough to evoke pity.
He quietly swallowed, thinking about last night's rain hitting the hibiscus, and that thought came alive again.
But he knew she must be in pain.
Yunxi took the bed sheet out.
Seeing this, Qiao Yi breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to hold onto the edge of the bathtub to stand up, Yunxi returned.
