C60 Wipe Hair

"Here, let me help you dry your hair." Nan Shaoloong said as he picked up the towel on the bed and gently helped Yan Xiaoke wipe her long hair.

"No need, Young Lord. I'll do it myself. How can I let you help me wipe my hair?" Yan Xiaoke immediately wanted to grab the towel in Nan Shaoloong's hand.

"If you don't want me to kiss you again, then sit tight." His hand continued to wipe his hair