Lu Chen hung up the phone and turned around, only to see Mo Nuan standing in front of him. Her long, dripping wet hair clung to her shoulders, and her dark eyes were fixed on him with an unusually serious expression.

For a moment, Lu Chen was stunned by her gaze. Unable to bear it, he quickly grabbed the towel from her hands and gently began drying her hair. “You silly girl, don’t you know you’ll catch a cold like this? You should’ve dried your hair yourself.”

Mo Nuan said nothing. Seeing her so silent made Lu Chen feel uneasy. After giving her hair a quick rub with the towel,...