Chapter 28: Does She Like Blow-Drying Her Hair?

Chu Yuanqing, unaware, asked in confusion,

"What did you say?"

Hearing this, Tang Liuli suddenly snapped out of that dreamlike state.

The girl’s face suddenly turned red, feeling embarrassed and angry like a jumping cat. She quickly stood up and said, "It’s nothing, you heard wrong!" Then she left the dorm in a huff.

At that speed, she seemed like she wanted to travel back in time at the speed of light to obliterate herself for saying those words.

Chu Yuanqing stared blankly at her proud and aloof roommate walking away, murmuring:

"Girls of this age are really hard to understand."

Chu Yuanqing’s luggage was very simple, mostly just clothes bought on sale and some odds and ends, hardly needing much organizing.

She quietly took out her phone wrapped in magical silk thread.

This supernatural method, even when viewed through surveillance cameras, only showed the air in her hand.

But truth be told, now that Little Shu was competing, this phone no longer held any significance.

Especially upon learning that there was a super AI like the Dream Weaver Rabbit overseeing things.

In this situation, if you want to surf the internet without any risk, you can only sneak down to the ground, or else you might easily get caught.

But since you don’t have an addiction to the internet, there’s no need to take any risks.

Chu Yuanqing thought to herself, quietly put her phone away, took out a set of clean clothes, planned to take a bath and then go for a walk around the base.

Xie Qingxuan happened to walk out of the bathroom, wearing loose short sleeves and shorts, with most of her long legs exposed. Water droplets flowed down the most plump parts of her legs, crossed her knees, passed her ankles, outlining smooth and attractive curves.

The skin on the young girl’s face still had a rosy glow from being washed with hot water, like a peach, giving her a youthful look.

Xie Qingxuan casually wiped her damp hair with a towel, letting stray strands fall where they may. She looked over, her gaze fixed on the rounded and shapely figure, carefully choosing her words as she reassured:

"You’re still young, you’ll grow up, and you’re not small now either."

"？"

Chu Yuanqing didn’t quite understand at first, until she followed the other’s gaze and suddenly crossed her arms over her chest. She tried to maintain her composure, her cute face blushing like rouge, even her earlobes turning pink. She explained seriously:

"I’m not upset because of this closed door!"

Xie Qingxuan pondered and asked:

"Then why is it?"

Chu Yuanqing was at a loss for words, her brain almost overheating.

Huh? Could it be because of shyness? You can’t say it’s because of seeing something illegal, right?

But now she’s a girl, so saying that wouldn’t it be pure lesbian talk?

Oh, theoretically she is indeed a lesbian now.

No, she just briefly turned into a magical girl at the end of her life scale!

From a macro perspective and positioning, she is still a proper man, so her sexual orientation remains normal.

No, this kind of tricky... reasoning can’t be explained to others. Saying such things in the perspective of others would be seen as speaking up for lesbianism, so I can’t say it!

Chu Yuanqing hesitated for a while, then explained seriously:

"Because of politeness."

But at that moment,

Xie Qingxuan had already looked away, removed the clothes covering the camera, sat at the desk, and picked up the personal iPad distributed in the dormitory.

Although the iPad couldn’t connect to the internet, it had preloaded dance videos.

Each dormitory was given one based on the number of residents, placed on their respective desks.

"You knocked on the door, but I thought it was okay, that’s why I didn’t respond, didn’t expect you to react so strongly."

Chu Yuanqing felt it was dangerous to keep dwelling on this topic, so she abruptly changed the subject:

"Are you sleeping on the top bunk or bottom bunk?"

"I’ll take the bottom bunk. There’s only the top bunk left now. If you want to sleep on the bottom, we can switch."

Xie Qingxuan’s voice was soft, like morning mist, surprisingly easy to talk to.

"No need, I’ll take the top bunk."

Chu Yuanqing couldn’t help but notice Xie Qingxuan’s damp hair and asked, unable to resist her maternal instincts:

"Aren’t you going to dry your hair?"

Xie Qingxuan remained unfazed, continuing to watch dance videos. Being a child star, she was not used to handling such trivial matters without her assistants. After a moment’s thought, she replied:

"It’ll dry on its own later."

Chu Yuanqing quietly organized her luggage for a while, then glanced again at Xie Qingxuan’s wet hair. Frowning slightly, she finally spoke after holding back for a while:

"If you don’t mind, I can help you."

"As you wish."

Chu Yuanqing took another dry towel and patiently dried her wet hair.

Xie Qingxuan remained still, like a passive golden retriever, with drooping eyelids, appearing both obedient and sleepy.

Chu Yuanqing took out a hairdryer, adjusted the speed and temperature, gently separated the hair with one hand, and directed the dryer along the direction of hair growth.

Her technique was built upon years of experience, following the principle of starting from the roots and then moving to the tips, sometimes adjusting the temperature, maintaining a cycle of hot and cold to prevent hair damage. She kept a good distance between the dryer and the hair.

Xie Qingxuan didn’t watch the dance videos for long, she simply lay down on the desk, glancing at the makeup mirror on the table with the corner of her eye.

In the mirror,

Chu Yuanqing’s young face looked serious, her movements were focused, a hint of tenderness could be seen in her slightly lowered brows and eyes. This unusual maturity for her age mixed with a wife-like charm.

(Translated by Gravity Tales 😆)

The gentle coolness between the hair and the scalp, when fingertips lightly brush through, occasionally gathering up the hair from the back and feeling the warmth on the neck, all somehow make people feel relaxed and content.

Xie Qingxuan felt a bit confused.

Was she just acting for the camera? Or did she simply enjoy blow-drying her hair?

Chu Yuanqing didn’t think too much about it. She almost finished blow-drying the hair at the back, playing with the soft bangs at the front, her tender fingertips touching the smooth forehead. As she lowered the fan speed, she said seriously:

"If you don’t dry your hair completely, it can lead to headaches, lower immunity, and even affect sleep."

"Even if you don’t blow-dry it, you should use a towel to dry it next time. Don’t just give it a few quick rubs and then start watching an iPad. Idols should take care of their health more than regular people, right?"

Chu Yuanqing kept nagging.

Xie Qingxuan felt increasingly drowsy from the nagging, so she decided to close her eyes and let the person continue styling her hair.

Her eyelashes fell like butterfly wings, giving her a very obedient look from the side.

A warm breeze brushed past, quiet words drifting away as consciousness faded.

In a light nap’s shallow dream, a familiar face skimmed by.

Xie Qingxuan frowned slightly, as if overshadowed by darkness, yet soothed by delicate fingers.

"Asleep already? Still have some dark circles, this child looks very tired..."

Chu Yuanqing murmured, retracting her fingers, gently placing down the hairdryer.

After a moment of thought, she took out a thin blanket from the suitcase, covered Xie Qingxuan, then adjusted the air conditioning, turned off the lights, casually covered the camera with something, and then walked out with light steps.

Shortly after the door closed, the faint murmurs of a dream echoed in the room like a mosquito’s buzz:

"Sister..."