Chu Mochen lay in bed quietly.

Song Yunxuan wiped his hair and considered some things.

Chu Mochen's hair was almost dry. He reached out his hand and grasped Song Yunxuan's waist.

Song Yunxuan collected her wits.

Chu Mochen turned over and lay down. He looked at Song Yunxuan with a pair of beautiful eyes, "My hair has almost gone for your wiping."

Song Yunxuan looked at his damp hair. She smiled helplessly, "It's still ...