Chapter 64. You Wipe My Hair

In the wardrobe, Ivelle Astley only put the clothes she usually wore. She didn't know when Jordan Astley moved in.

That was all. Their relationship was nothing more than a quarrel, and it didn't make any sense.

After drying her hair, she went to bed.

It had been half an hour since Jordan finished taking a bath. He came out with a cold vapor, scrubbed himself hastily with a bath towel, lifted the quilt, and laid down.

She didn't like this kind of wet feeling. She moved to the side wrapped in the quilt and was swept over by Jordan with the quilt. "Don't always avoid me. It's still a long life. Do we have to treat each other so coldly?"

His tone was less cold than usual and a little more helpless.

"I'm not avoiding you. You're wet!" She opened her mouth, feeling a little sleepy.

Jordan loosened up with her and reached over the bath towel he had just thrown aside. "You wipe it."

"Dry up!" She turned over and pulled the quil