Are You Still Angry?

But the towel in my hand was taken away. I looked back and saw that the person who was playing with his mobile phone on the imperial concubine chair was standing behind me. Before I could react, Dylan had begun to wipe my head.

The two of them just kept silent, and no one wanted to talk.

Not long after, his hair was almost dried. He threw the bath towel aside and said in a low and cold voice, "Lie down!"

I don't mind.

He took the essential oil and his slender body was already half kneeling on the bed. I was stunned and realized that he was going to wipe the essential oil for me.

His face was a little hot. I looked at him and said, "You don't have to worry. I can..."

His gloomy eyes met hers, and the rest of her words were stuck in her throat.

Dylan said nothing. He skillfully poured the essential oil into his palm and then began to massage my calf. The atmosphere was a little strange. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't find a suitable word for a moment.