Yue Linze was reading, not paying attention to the rustling sounds around him. When a thick towel was draped over him, he expressionlessly raised his head.
Tao Yu hurriedly showed a smile: “Please continue reading, I’ll help you dry your hair.”
Yue Linze made no comment, which Tao Yu interpreted as tacit consent. She immediately turned on the hairdryer, holding it in one hand to dry his hair while gently running her other hand through his hair to help it dry faster.
The hairdryer’s sound was low and did not interfere with his reading, so Yue Linze let her continue. After a while, Tao Yu’s gaze began to blur, and her hand movements slowed down.
These past few days, because Yue Linze was uncooperative, doing rehabilitation with him had been exhausting. At this time, she would usually be lying in bed resting, but today she had come to the Yue family’s old mansion.
She silently yawned, her fingers occasionally touching his hair.
Yue Linze stared blankly at a page of the book, not having turned the page for a long time. The woman’s fingers were warm, softly pressing on his scalp. It was originally a somewhat comfortable thing, but as she pressed more slowly, a somewhat ambiguous atmosphere began to emerge.
Since she had said those crazy words, she no longer seemed to hide her intentions. From the TV earlier to drying his hair now, every action carried a hint of suggestion.
He expressionlessly put down the book, wanting to see just how bold this woman could be.
Tao Yu saw him put down the book and immediately became more alert. Seeing his hair was almost dry, she quickly turned off the hairdryer: “It’s done, Mr. Yue…”
Yue Linze glanced at her without speaking. Tao Yu was somewhat confused by his look. She had originally wanted to say that if there was nothing else, she would go sleep on the sofa, but because of this glance, she felt Yue Linze did not want to hear that.
She thought for a moment and took the initiative to chat: “Mr. Yue, are you still in a bad mood?”
Seeing that Yue Linze had no intention of responding, Tao Yu was not discouraged: “Are you still unhappy about Old Master Gu’s plan to relocate the grave?”
“Fishing for information?” Yue Linze coldly looked at her.
