Chapter 28

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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 her dreamlike state.

The girl’s face turned red, feeling both embarrassed and angry, like a startled cat. She quickly stood up and said, “It’s nothing, you heard wrong!” Then she stormed out of the dorm in a huff.

At that speed, it seemed like she wanted to travel back in time to erase her mistake.

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 simple, mostly just clothes bought on sale and a few odds and ends, hardly needing much organizing.

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

Even when viewed through surveillance cameras, this supernatural method only showed empty air in her hand. But truth be told, now that Little Shu was competing, the phone no longer held any real significance—especially since there was a super AI like the Dream Weaver Rabbit overseeing things.

In this situation, if you wanted to surf the internet without risk, you had to sneak down to the ground. Otherwise, getting caught was almost guaranteed.

But since Chu Yuanqing didn’t have an internet addiction, she saw no reason to take unnecessary risks.

She thought for a moment, put her phone away, and took out a clean set of clothes. Planning to take a bath, she resolved to explore the base afterward.

Xie Qingxuan happened to emerge from the bathroom just then, wearing loose short sleeves and shorts, with most of her long legs exposed. Water droplets slid down her skin, tracing smooth and attractive curves as they crossed her knees and ankles.

Her freshly washed face glowed with rosy warmth, like a ripe peach, giving her an undeniably youthful look.

Xie Qingxuan casually wiped her damp hair with a towel, stray strands falling where they may. Her gaze lingered for a moment before she reassured softly:

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

“？”

Chu Yuanqing didn’t quite understand at first, but then followed Xie Qingxuan’s gaze and suddenly crossed her arms over her chest. Trying to maintain composure, her cute face flushed 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 momentarily speechless, her brain close to overheating.

Huh? Was it because of shyness? You couldn’t exactly say it was due to seeing something improper, right?

But now she was a girl, so wouldn’t that just sound like… lesbian talk?

Oh, theoretically, she was a lesbian now.

No, she just briefly turned into a magical girl at the end of her life scale! From a broader perspective, she was still a proper man, so her orientation remained “normal.”

No, this reasoning was impossible to explain. Saying any of it out loud would only seem like advocating for lesbianism!

Chu Yuanqing hesitated for a while, then explained seriously:

“Because of politeness.”

By then, Xie Qingxuan had already looked away, removed the clothes covering the camera, and sat at her desk, picking up the personal iPad provided in the dormitory.

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

Each dormitory was given one, placed on the desks of its residents.

“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, watching the dance videos. Having grown up as a child star, she wasn’t used to handling trivial matters herself. After a moment’s thought, she replied:

“It’ll dry on its own later.”

Chu Yuanqing quietly organized her luggage for a while, occasionally glancing at Xie Qingxuan’s wet hair. Frowning slightly, she finally spoke:

“If you don’t mind, I can help you.”

“As you wish.”

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

Xie Qingxuan remained still, like a passive golden retriever, her eyelids drooping as she appeared both obedient and sleepy.

Chu Yuanqing retrieved a hairdryer, adjusted its settings, and began to work. Her technique, honed through years of experience, followed the principle of starting from the roots and moving to the tips.

She alternated hot and cold air to prevent damage, maintaining the proper distance throughout.

Xie Qingxuan didn’t watch the videos for long. Instead, she leaned on the desk, stealing glances at the makeup mirror.

In the mirror,

Chu Yuanqing’s young face looked serious, her movements focused. A hint of tenderness softened her features, lending her an unusual maturity mixed with a wifely charm.

The gentle breeze brushing her scalp and the warm touch of fingertips through her hair made Xie Qingxuan feel inexplicably relaxed.

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 much about it. She finished drying the back, carefully styled the bangs, and lowered the dryer’s speed. With a serious tone, she said:

“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, and gently placing down the hairdryer.

After a moment of thought, she took out a thin blanket from the suitcase, covered Xie Qingxuan, 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…”