It was afternoon when he returned home. When Shikawa opened the door, he saw Victor sitting on the sofa at home. Although he knew that nothing could happen to Victor, he was still inexplicably relieved.
"Come back?" Victor seemed to have just taken a shower. The tips of his dark hair were hanging on both sides of his ears. The flat mirror on his face softened the sharpness in his eyebrows.
"Well," Adrian slowly walked over and sat down next to him, reaching out to explore the ends of Victor's hair, with a hint of reproach in his tone: "I don't want to blow dry my hair."
He got up and went to the bathroom to take out the hair dryer, put his long arms into his arms and gently blew his hair. Neither of them spoke. From Tokawa's angle, you could just see Victor's long eyelashes and high bridge of nose when he lowered his eyes.
His big hands moved gently through his black hair, and soon he blew Victor's hair into extra fluffy shape. The wind was getting weaker, and Victor knew it was almost done, so he was about to get up the moment the switch was turned off. Unexpectedly, he fell into Adrian's arms due to the heavy force on his hand.
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