After washing Su Jiu's hair, Rong Si carried her out of the bathroom and placed a towel over her head.
He then put his big hands on it and rubbed her hair.
Su Jiu grabbed a lock of her hair and sniffed it under her nose. She asked Rong Si with a sad expression, "Does it still smell?"
Rong Si looked down at her, his eyes containing a hint of amusement. "Well… not anymore."
"You didn't even smell it. How do you know?"
The young man had no choice but to look down. However, he hugged her from behind and breathed in her scent. "It's really gone," he whispered. "It smells good…"
His skin was obviously a little cold, but Su Jiu felt very hot and uncomfortable. She instantly blushed, and her heart started beating hard.
"Rong Si, don't… don't get so close to me. You're so warm and hot!" Unable to resist, she elbowed him.
"I'm not warm."
But I am!