He Teng had just taken a shower and opened the door still in his bath towel when he heard a knock. He greeted He Zhilan only to see her cheerily making herself at home in his room. She sauntered around, emulating his usual demeanor, before turning her gaze back to him.
"Aren’t you going to get dressed first?" He Zhilan teased, her face a mix of amusement and mild disbelief, "If you’re planning on strutting around in front of me , I really don’t mind. Even if you’re shirtless, I won’t object."
He Zhilan’s words struck He Teng like a bolt from the blue. He glanced at her before retreating into the bathroom and closing the door. Looking at himself in the mirror, he noticed droplets still clinging to his upper body. His regular workout regime had sculpted his body, yielding defined abs with each contour catching Zhilan’s keen eyes.
He Teng rubbed his temples, his head throbbing slightly. He Zhilan’s comments were becoming increasingly audacious, or perhaps she was just becoming less restrained around him.
After dressing and stepping out of the bathroom, He Teng had to look around before spotting He Zhilan playfully hiding behind the curtains. The tips of her plump toes, rhythmically tapping the floor, were peeking out from under the curtain.
He strode over and yanked the curtain open before shoving a towel in He Zhilan’s face. "Wipe your hair and go back to your room."
"How did you find me?" He Zhilan thought that she had hidden quite well and had wondered if He Teng would go looking for her. To her surprise, He Teng had walked over and pulled the curtain back, covering her face with a towel.
He Teng didn’t answer, just gave her a look as if she was a fool. He then pulled the frozen figure away from the window, pointing at her feet.
He Zhilan didn’t understand. Looking down at her feet, she thought she might have stepped on something dirty, but didn’t see anything. She looked up at He Teng, puzzled.
His response came in a gale of laughter. "Your toes were poking out from under the curtain. What, you think I’m blind? Hurry up and dry your hair."
"I’m too lazy to dry it, so sleepy, I’m going to bed!" He Zhilan threw the towel back at He Teng, yawning as she started to leave. As she went, she added, "It’ll dry naturally when I wake up tomorrow morning!"
"Come back!" He Teng felt a headache brewing, "How old are you? Can’t you take care of yourself? If you get a headache, it’s you who’ll suffer! Go sit in the chair!"
With her back to He Teng, Zhilan’s mouth curved in an involuntary smirk. She walked over with a bounce in her step and sat in the chair he indicated, her hands Discover more novels on NovelHub - your gateway to endless stories.
Seeing this, He Teng faintly felt he’d been fooled. But noticing her drowsy look, he didn’t voice his doubt. He picked up the dry towel and stood behind Zhilan, ready to dry her hair.
Actually, He Teng believed Zhilan when she said she was tired. These last few days of train journey had deprived her of proper rest. Unlike him, she didn’t have the luxury of finding a comfortable enough position to sleep in. She usually curled up in his lap during the journey, but due to discomfort, she had been restless. She hadn’t had a good night sleep in a while.
Even the toughest body needs rest.
He Teng’s movements were gentle, like a soothing scalp massage for Zhilan. Gradually, her head began to relax, and finally, she leaned backward against He Teng’s leg, settling into the most comfortable position.