Shen Yu tilted his head. Although he had no idea why Ji Cიცen was asking, he still answered honestly, "Nope. I didn't like blow-drying my hair before, either."
Later, his eldest brother, Shen Xubai, had caught him and given him a talking-to. Only after repeated promises and supervision had he developed the habit of blow-drying his hair after washing it.
Hearing the grievance in Shen Yu's voice, Ji Cიცen curved his lips, then nodded in cheerful agreement. "You really do need to blow-dry your hair after washing it. Otherwise, you can easily catch a chill."
Listening to Ji Cიცen lecture him, Shen Yu stuck out his lower lip. After all, someone had just said he didn't like blow-drying his hair, only to turn around and start lecturing him.
Huffing twice in displeasure, Shen Yu turned the hair dryer to its highest setting, drowning out Ji Cიცen's double-standard lecture with a roar.
Rather than getting annoyed at Shen Yu's "deliberate retaliation," Ji Cიცen teased, "Looks like I really am special to Ah Yu. After all, I'm the first person to enjoy having you blow-dry my hair."
The blunt remark briefly stunned Shen Yu. His moving arm unconsciously stopped, and even his darting eyes froze midway.
"Hiss-Ah Yu, hot!"
Ji Cიცen had been looking forward to his little deskmate's reaction, only to be met with a searing pain on his scalp. For a moment, he couldn't maintain his easy composure, left feeling both aggrieved and helpless.
"Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to!"
Only at that cry of pain did Shen Yu snap out of it. He immediately fumbled to put down the hair dryer, then carefully parted Ji Cიცen's hair, gently blowing on it now and then.
"Does it still hurt? Does this help at all?"
Shen Yu's voice was full of