After dinner.
The bathroom filled with the whirring of a hair dryer.
Xie Huilan sat cross-legged before the mirror, rhythmically bouncing the slipper dangling from her toes while Dong Xuebin stood behind her, blow-drying Sister Xie's hair.
"My husband really is the best at this, hehe."
"I'm just blowing it dry. I really don't get why you love having me dry your hair so much."
"You do it better than Sister Xie herself. Even when I go out for a haircut, no stylist can dry it in a way that satisfies me as much as you do."
"No way. They're the professionals, so their skills have to be better. At most, I'm just a little more careful than they are."
"Isn't being careful enough? Every time I let you mess with my hair, Sister Xie feels comfortable all over, like I'm about to fall asleep."
"Ah, it's not that exaggerated." Hearing the woman he loved praise him, Dong Xuebin immediately got a little carried away. "You've rarely given me such high praise. I'm almost embarrassed. Well, if you like it, I'll dry your hair every time after you take a bath from now on." Suddenly, Dong Xuebin realized something was off and promptly said, "Hui Lan, you're not setting me up with that, are you? Making me happy so I'll spend the rest of my life drying your hair like a laborer? Good grief, Hui Lan, you're too sneaky. You can't trick people like that!"
Xie Huilan glanced at him through the mirror and smiled faintly. "So, are you willing?"
Dong Xuebin's eyes shifted. "Are you still mad about last night?"
"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't angry, hehe. But I'd also be lying if I said I was."
"Can you stop saying things that sound so philosophical?"