It wasnât completely dry. He glanced again at the cloth towel that had fallen to the ground, unsure of when it had dropped.
He reached out and gently pressed Ye Muyuâs scalp, softly calling her: "Ah Yu, wake up first. Sleeping like this will give you a headache."
Ye Muyu hazily woke up, still half-asleep, her movements sluggish. She rubbed her eyes, yawned, and mumbled, "When did you come back?"
Chu Heng had already picked up the towel and had gone to get another one before coming back, reaching out to dry her hair.
Ye Muyu wanted to say it wasnât necessary, thinking her hair was dry, but when she touched it, she found it still had some dampness. Clearly, she had fallen asleep before drying her hair completely.
Her hand paused on her hair, and she instinctively looked at Chu Heng. Seeing him earnestly drying her hair without any intention of brushing it off, she recalled past experiences, quickly withdrawing her hand and swallowing her words, obediently letting Chu Heng help with drying her hair.
By now, Ye Muyu was more or less awake. Thinking for a moment, she reached out to hug his waist and then asked, "So, Ah Heng, is the matter resolved?"
"The person was sent back to the medical clinic," Chu Heng glanced down at her.
Ye Muyu promptly smiled ingratiatingly, tightening her hug around his waist a bit more: "Uh... did it cause you any trouble?"
"Why donât you ask if Lu Sangqi is alright first?" Chu Heng deliberately asked, his tone alone revealing he was teasing.
Ye Muyu looked puzzled: "Why ask? Since heâs back, he must be fine."
Her words successfully pleased Chu Heng, and his movements while drying her hair became gentler: "The Elder Princess cooperated in finding him, so it was no trouble for me. Donât worry."
"Itâs good there was no trouble." Ye Muyu sighed with relief, resting her cheek against his abdomen, her voice a bit lazy: "I was just afraid you would be too forceful and offend someone, with Minister Qi and his group watching from the side like hawks. Itâs a bit troublesome. Youâre usually busy enough, and if you got into more trouble because of this, Iâd feel even more guilty."
"Really, itâs nothing. Donât think too much about it," Chu Hengâs fingers gently massaged her scalp.
Ye Muyu nodded: "Mm, I trust what you say. You wouldnât lie to me."
"What if I did lie to you?" Chu Heng continued to slowly massage her scalp, his technique making Ye Muyu feel extremely comfortable.
Hearing this, she had no surplus reaction, merely saying calmly, "Impossible, you wouldnât lie to me."
"Ah Yu." Chu Hengâs Adamâs apple shifted slightly, his voice a bit hoarse.
He lifted her chin with his hand, leaned down, and their faces were so close, they could feel each otherâs breaths.
Ye Muyuâs cheeks flushed, her eyes looking at him were moist.
How could Chu Heng resist her gaze? He slowly leaned down and captured her lips, mumbling through his lips and teeth, "I did deceive you a bit, Lu Sangqi is a little injured, not entirely fine."
"...I know." Ye Muyu caught her breath in between kisses, whispering in reply: "So... so itâs not really deceiving, I guessed as much."
Chu Heng responded with the most passionate kiss, answering his attitude towards her reply.
The next day, Ye Muyu found an opportunity to visit Lu Sangqi at the medical clinic.
When she arrived, the clinic was, as usual, open.