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Lin Suye was stunned.

He stepped away from her.

The woman's hand gripped the towel and looked sideways at him. The man was still walking slowly, sitting in the chair, water dripping from his hair, some of it running down his neck to his collar. He didn't care, and she frowned.

Lin Suye bit her lips and covered his head with a towel. "If you don't want me to wipe your hair, then do it yourself