Uchiha Yin's eyes widened.
It had only been a fleeting glimpse, but Uchiha Yin had seen something.
Then a bold thought sprang into his mind.
Could Karura really be...?
Was she really that bold?
Seeing Uchiha Yin freeze, Karura felt her cheeks burning too.
She had never dressed like this in her life. The exposed feeling left her chilled and terribly vulnerable.
Yet a moment ago, for some reason, she had dared to make that move herself.
Only after she had done it did she suddenly come to her senses.
Was that too forward? Would Uchiha Yin think I'm that kind of easy woman?
Seeing Karura lower her head shyly, Uchiha Yin stepped beside her and gently drew her into his arms.
From the feel of her, Uchiha Yin was certain she had nothing on underneath.
"Your hair's still a little wet. Let me dry it for you."
Uchiha Yin spoke gently.
Then he took out a hair dryer and began drying Karura's hair.
His fingers slipped through her silky hair as the droplets gradually vanished in the warm air.
Watching Uchiha Yin's gentle expression, Karura felt an inexplicable sense of peace.
"What about me? I want my hair dried too." Pakura had been watching Karura and Uchiha Yin from the side.
She wasn't jealous. Pakura moved closer to Uchiha Yin as well.
"All right, all right. I haven't forgotten you." Uchiha Yin lightly tapped the tip of Pakura's nose.
"You're going to ruin my nose," Pakura chided him.
No one would have imagined that Pakura, so dashing and decisive during the exam, could show such a girlish side.
"I barely touched it. How could I ruin it? Even if I somehow did and it made you less pretty, I'd still like you." Uchiha Yin smiled faintly.
Uchiha Yin knew