Han qiqing nodded. &Quot; I can't find the hairdryer in my room. Can you help me ask brother Zhou Fang? "
&Quot; alright. &Quot; han Yuexu nodded slightly.
He turned around and left.
Han qiqing heaved a sigh of relief, only to realize that she had been holding her breath nervously.
After a while, han Yuexu returned with a hairdryer.
It was just taken out of the box.
Han qiqing reached out to him, asking him to pass her the hairdryer.
However, han Yuexu did not give it to her. Instead, he gestured for her to sit on the sofa.
Han qiqing's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't be thinking of blowing for her, could he?
As expected, she had guessed it right.
&Quot; here, I'll blow it for you, " han Yuexiu said to her after plugging in the plug.
Han qiqing pursed her lips, but her curved lips couldn't hide the sweet smile.
She sat there obediently and let him dry her hair.
His slender fingers ran through her hair, making her scalp numb.
