He walked to the drawer and skillfully took out the hair dryer, "Come here…"
Su Ningyan walked to the vanity and sat down in front of the mirror.
From the mirror, she watched the man holding a hairdryer, drying her hair.
Her hair had grown a lot, oh right, ever since he said he wanted her to grow her hair out, whenever he had the time, he was the one who always dried her hair.
Sometimes, when he was busy in the study, Su Ningyan would still go to him to have her hair dried.
The warm air gently dried the moisture from her hair.
Ningyan couldn't help saying, "Husband, I've been spoiled by you."
Zhuo Junyue said nonchalantly, "I'm the one who spoiled you, so if you're spoiled, so be it, no problem."
Ningyan's mouth curved upwards slightly, the earlier unhappiness caused by the false pregnancy alarm had long since dissipated.
Yes, if they weren't pregnant, then they weren't, her relationship with Zhuo Junyue would not change because of a child.
