"Let your hair grow out," he suggested.
Wen Nian had dried her hair until it was only half-wet, and with the breeze blowing through the window, it was hardly damp anymore.
"Long hair isn't convenient for work," Tang Xiaohua said, casually running her hand through her hair. "Short hair is pretty handy."
In the military, although there was no explicit rule against female soldiers having long hair, most cut theirs short upon joining.
This was mainly due to the need to wear military caps at all times and helmets during missions.
Wen Nian didn't insist, but he hummed softly, "But I do miss the way your long hair used to flutter…"
He draped the towel casually over the windowsill, blocking her waist with one hand while the other lay across her shoulder, binding her to his body like two thick ropes.
She tilted her head to the side, revealing a stretch of neck that just so happened to give Wen Nian a perfect spot. His lips, slightly cool, touched her skin, tenderly caressing her.
