The hair dryer hummed as the girl's snow-white hair flowed through his fingers, silky as satin and soft as water.
She wore a white nightgown. Having just finished bathing, Calamity Reimu sat obediently in the chair, letting Bai Zhi stand behind her and dry her hair.
Perhaps because she had just bathed, her face still carried a faint flush.
—Earlier, on the bed, they had spent nearly ten minutes at it.
It had to be said that such things really could make people lose themselves without realizing it. At the time, Calamity Reimu had felt completely dazed...
If he had not stopped on his own in the end, she felt that it was entirely possible she would have been completely devoured by him in her muddled state.
That was why, when she later came to her senses and discovered the abnormal state she was in, her face immediately turned scarlet. After stammering out a few perfunctory words, she ran off to the bathroom to take a bath.
During the half month or so that someone had been lost contact, she had spent most of her time at the Crafting Table. She had neither the intention nor the thought to dress herself up.
She barely even made time to eat properly, much less bathe. Her hair had become a chaotic mess like a chicken coop, and thick dark circles hung beneath her eyes...
Facing the mirror in the bathroom and examining her current miserable state, Calamity Reimu viciously slapped her own cheeks.
As an Otaku Girl who rarely left home, she normally did not care much about her external image—but that depended on who was looking at her.
The thought that she had appeared before him in such a terrible state gave Calamity Reimu the sudden urge to restart the Game...