After she finished speaking, she felt ashamed of herself.
To be afraid of ghosts, of all things.
Pei Yan didn't ask for the reason; he just gave a nonchalant smile, nodded, and agreed.
He seated her at the edge of the bed and found a hairdryer to dry her hair.
His palm was warm and dry. It felt comforting on her scalp, that sensation of comfort mixed with the faint scent of cypress from his clothes soon had her feeling drowsy.
The girl fell asleep with her head resting on his chest. Pei Yan looked down, kissed the top of her head, and the fragrance of the young girl enveloped his nostrils.
"I've really fallen into your hands in this lifetime, Princess."
A slight smile curled at the corner of his lips as he lifted her into bed, tucked her in, and left only a wall lamp on before leaving.
Pei Yan lay in bed, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the image of the girl emerging from the bathroom in his shirt.
