C535 Take a Photo

Jiang Ruochen's hair was very black, very long, and very thick. It splashed up like a black torrent and fell to the ground like a waterfall.

I held the hair dryer in my right hand and gently stroked Jiang Ruochen's hair with my left. The whirring sound of the hair dryer filled the entire ward, and a faint warmth surrounded me and Jiang Ruochen, warming my heart