Shen Shuangjian had absolutely no idea what to do with her luggage.
The sea breeze was humid, and Shen Shuangjian still a little unaccustomed to it. He wanted to take a shower, but found that he had no idea which suitcase he had put his change of clothes in, or where his toiletries and hair dryer were.
Looking at the suitcases scattered all over the floor, Shen Shuangjian pursed her lips, hesitated for a long time, and then took out her phone and dialed Shen Sixian's number.
The call lasted only a dozen seconds before it was answered, and Shen Sixian's deep voice came from the other end. "What's wrong?"
"..."
There was no sound from Shen Shuangjian on the other end of the phone. Shen Sixian frowned slightly. Just as he was about to ask again, Shen Shuangjian's weak and hesitant voice rang out.
"Brother, where are my clothes...?"
Shen Shuangjian knelt on the carpeted floor, her ears burning red. "I want to... take a bath."
Upon Shen Shuangjian this, Shen Sixian also fell silent. The two remained silent for a long time over the phone until Shen Sixian was the first to speak.
"In box number three, the left side contains loungewear, and the right side contains underwear."
Having received the answer she needed most at that moment, Shen Shuangjian hurriedly hung up the phone.
Beneath his thick, black hair, his porcelain-white neck, tinged with a light pink, was faintly visible, a hint of awkward shyness that he couldn't help but suppress.
Shen Shuangjian opened the box and took out the loungewear she would be changing into, along with her softest, most intimate clothing.
But just as Shen Shuangjian about to get up, he suddenly remembered something else.
"..."
Shen Shuangjian lowered her eyes and dialed the number she had just hung up on. This time, the call was answered quickly as well.
"What's wrong."
There was still no hint of impatience in Shen Sixian's voice.
Shen Shuangjian lowered her long, thick eyelashes and said softly, "There aren't any toiletries in this box..."
So Shen Sixian told Shen Shuangjian again.
Shen Shuangjian suit, and when everything was ready and he was about to step into the bathroom, Shen Shuangjian suddenly thought of something he shouldn't have.
Shen Shuangjian chose between calling Shen Sixian for the third time and waiting until she finished washing up before slowly searching. Shen Shuangjian gave up on the former.
The bathroom water flowed gently for almost an hour before the previously closed bathroom door was finally pushed open.
The warm, humid mist was released and instantly carried into the isolated bedroom.
After being exposed to the heat for almost an hour, Shen Shuangjian both tired and somewhat sluggish. He gently wiped the water droplets from his neck, and the next moment when he raised his eyes, he was stunned.
Xie Jinghui arrived in the bedroom without anyone noticing, while Shen Shuangjian remained completely unaware.
He sat on the sofa at the foot of the bed, his deep gaze sweeping across the room, a gentle smile playing on his lips.
Why aren't you blow-drying your hair?
He asked in a very soft voice, with a gentleness and accommodation that was easily noticeable.
"I can't find the hairdryer."
Despite it being the most ordinary and bland tone, Xie Jinghui detected a hint of pity in it.
His smile widened, Xie Jinghui raised his hand, gesturing for Shen Shuangjian come to his side. "Come sit here, I'll help you blow on it."
The time between sunset and moonrise is the most romantic bluesy moment of the day.
It only lasts a short ten minutes or so, but it's still much more engaging than a long, boring whole day.
The hairdryer was quiet enough; the gentle hot air passed through Xie Jinghui's thick, silky hair and warmed Xie Jinghui hands.
That warmth, as if along with the melting, cool fragrance, slowly yet forcefully seeped into his heart.
Xie Jinghui lowered his eyes, quietly watching his fingertips run through Shen Shuangjian's long hair. At this moment, Shen Shuangjian was sitting on the long-haired carpet in front of him, knees curled up, head slightly lowered, obedient and defenseless.
His snow-white nape, his delicate pink earlobes, and the barely visible collarbone he saw when he looked down.
Xie Jinghui couldn't help but extract from this moment his imagination every moment of living with Shen Shuangjian in the future.
He will still do what he does now, helping Shen Shuangjian blow-dry her hair every day after she takes a bath and does whatever she wants.
He would lean down and nestle in Shen Shuangjian's neck halfway through his performance, holding him just to seek a moment of peace.
He might have even more outrageous ideas, and Shen Shuangjian might shed tears or struggle to escape, but he would also try his best to endure them.
Shen Shuangjian always showed a lot of leniency towards those he considered to be within his boundaries.
But many more ideas were nipped in the bud before they could even take shape. Xie Jinghui gently brushed Shen Shuangjian's long hair aside.
That was the temperature warmed by the hairdryer, no longer icy cold.
"Okay, it's dried."
Xie Jinghui around, casually put the hairdryer down, and then raised his hand to remove the red string wrapped around his left wrist.
He wanted to help Shen Shuangjian her hair tied up.
He wanted to blow-dry Shen Shuangjian's hair for the rest of his life.
He wanted far too much, and these delusions, like a tiger he had kept in a pen, took root and grew in his heart.
He allowed the tiger to grow up, but then he personally built a cage and coldly watched it struggle and howl inside, unable to escape.
Most of the time, it lies low and bides its time.
But there are always moments when it is provoked or smells the bloody scent of happiness, and it can't help but want to shake the cage.
"Thank you for your help, Mr. Xie."
Shen Shuangjian knew how difficult it was to dry his hair, but he had gotten used to it over the years and didn't think about cutting it.
"It's no trouble at all, Shuangjian," Xie Jinghui replied softly. "Put on your clothes, we're going out for dinner."
Their dinner that evening was a seaside feast provided by the production team. However, the temperature dropped at night, and the sea breeze was salty and humid. Xie Jinghui was worried that Shen Shuangjian would catch a cold.
When the door opened, the sea breeze rushed in, almost instantly lifting a strand of Shen Shuangjian's long hair and brushing against Xie Jinghui's eyebrows and eyes.
It was somewhat itchy, and it kept bothering him, but when he reached out to touch it, it quietly disappeared.
Shen Shuangjian out, so even though the sea breeze was blowing, it didn't lift up and obstruct his view.
Looking at the slender, graceful figure before him, Xie Jinghui suddenly thought of something else...
It turns out that what he really wanted was not to walk beside Shen Shuangjian.
It's not about quietly and meticulously drying your hair after taking a shower.
It's not the faint mark left when the red thread is wrapped around your fingertips.
What he wanted was not the tangible form of these things, but the form before they were tangible.
Xie Jinghui wanted love, and Shen Shuangjian wanted love.