"Cough, cough. I'm fine."
Su Qiao took a dry towel and tossed it to him. "Dry your hair. Don't catch a cold."
The boy quickly looked up at her, then silently picked up the towel and dried his hair. His right hand continued to gently stroke the rabbit's ear.
Su Qiao found the sight quite amusing.
"Do you think this little rabbit is cute?"
After a long while, the boy softly replied, "Mm."
"Come on, I'll help you blow-dry your hair. Hurry up and eat afterward. I'm so hungry I can barely stand it."
Seeing that he still hadn't dried his hair properly after all that time, Su Qiao simply fetched a hair dryer and led him to the sofa.
The boy glanced at the sofa printed with beautiful flowers. He didn't dare sit down and crouched directly on the floor beside it.
A trace of helplessness showed in Su Qiao's eyes, but she didn't force him. She plugged in the hair dryer and began drying his hair for him.
The sound of the hair dryer startled the boy badly, but he didn't jump up and run away. He merely gritted his teeth and stiffened his body, letting her hands fuss with his hair.
"All done. Let's eat. After we finish, I'll trim your hair for you. It's way too long—it's covering most of your face, and you can't see where you're going."
The boy didn't dare say anything. After hesitating for a moment, he obediently followed her to the table.
Looking at the beautiful bowls, plates, and cups on the table, as well as the steaming food inside them, he froze for a moment.
Could he... eat this?
This wasn't food that other people had left over and didn't want, food thrown onto the ground or into a trash