Second watch of the night has passed.
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Chuxia finished her bath and came out just as Zhou Mikang was pushing the door to enter. She quickly glanced over the thick bathrobe wrapped tightly around her body and her face relaxed.
Zhou Mikang, however, frowned, "Why didn't you dry your hair before coming out?" As he spoke, he picked up a towel hanging next to the door and moved forward to help dry her hair, his scolding tone filled with indulgence, "You're so grown up, yet you don't know how to take care of yourself. With your delicate little body, how can you not be careful?"
Chuxia was speechless. Was she really that frail?
