Chapter 741: It's a Free Service Anyway

If it weren't for the mask covering his face, Cheyenne would have surely seen the rare, radiant smile on his face. Instead of reaching for his clothes, Kelvin grabbed a hairdryer and walked over to her outstretched hand. With his rough and broad hands, he gently lifted her hair, which cascaded like waves, his slender fingers running through her strands. He remembered the days he spent with Cheyenne on the deserted island. Since they didn't have a comb, he used to help her comb her hair just like this, using his hands instead. Cheyenne was ruthless not only towards others but also towards herself. When her hair got tangled while combing, she would stubbornly pull at it, even if it meant gritting her teeth. Kelvin couldn't help but find it amusing and slightly exasperating to see her grimacing like that. He had never seen any woman as rough around the edges as she was. However, their current circumstances were completely different from before. Whereas his actions used to be somewhat