Seeing her hair was still damp, he couldn’t help but urge, "You should use a hairdryer to dry your hair."

"I don’t want to, it feels uncomfortable."

"What if you catch a cold?" It was pouring rain outside, and the weather wasn’t clearing up. It would take a long time for her hair to dry naturally.

An Baobei was just too lazy to dry it herself. Hearing Ning Zihan’s words, she cheerfully moved a chair and sat with her back to Ning Zihan, right in front of him, "Then you help me dry it!"

Ning Zihan felt An Baobei was pushing her luck. He didn’t really want to bother with An Baobei, but seeing her hair tips were dripping water, and if not dried, she might really catch a cold. He turned to the bathroom, grabbed his hairdryer, and started drying her hair.

An Baobei was playfully swinging her legs while enjoying Ning Zihan drying her hair, and she also said, "Ning Zihan, don’t be so sudden like that again. It makes people feel uncomfortable inside."

The hairdryer was so loud Ning Zihan heard her speaking but couldn’t make out what she was saying.

He turned off the hairdryer and asked, "What did you say?"

She immediately leaned back, smiling widely, and repeated what she said, "I said: Ning Zihan, don’t be so sudden like that again. It makes people feel uncomfortable inside."

Ning Zihan’s face instantly cooled, "I’ve told you long ago, don’t waste your time on me. I won’t like you." He paused, adding coldly, "I hate women."

"Ning Zihan, I am really a woman..." An Baobei was so speechless, "And I really didn’t see you hating me..."

Ning Zihan paused, deciding to be honest: "That’s because you’re unwell. Once you’re well, I’ll hate you."

An Baobei immediately pulled a sad face, "If you hate me, I’ll be sad."

Ning Zihan remained silent.

"I really will be sad!" she stressed seriously.

Ning Zihan looked at her expressionlessly and still said coldly, "Don’t waste your time on me."

Then, he decided he wouldn’t dry her hair anymore and was about to leave. But An Baobei quickly got up, stretched out her arms, and stopped him, "I also don’t want to waste my time on you, but I do like you a bit..."

The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she felt, "You have to give me time so I can work hard not to like you at all."

"Then keep it up." He encouraged her. Meanwhile, he stayed, letting her sit back on the chair, and continued to dry her hair.

An Baobei was really a bit sad. Why are you encouraging me, you really...

Once Ning Zihan finished drying her hair, An Baobei said, a bit miffed, "Ning Zihan, tell me, if my illness is never cured, will you never hate me for a lifetime?"

Hearing this, Ning Zihan was taken aback.

An Baobei continued, "If you’ll hate me once I’m cured, then I’d rather not get better."

Ning Zihan worked hard to suppress the turmoil in his heart, and said lightly, "It’s still better for a person to be healthy. You are not healthy now; you need to get well."

In other words, you are sick, and you must treat it.

And it must be cured.

"But if I’m cured, and you really hate me, what then?" An Baobei asked pitifully.

Ning Zihan said, "In this world, no one can’t live without someone else. I’ll only hate you then, it’s not like I’ll kill you. You’ll still be able to live well."