Leng Zhiyuan realized that her gaze was fixed on his face for too long. She quickly withdrew her gaze as she said, "If you are not looking at me, how do you know that I am looking at you?"
"Ha!." Zhou Yao did not want to fight with her, and he laughed softly.
At this moment, Leng Zhiyuan felt that her scalp was hurting. She shouted out immediately and said, "Be a little more gentle. You are pulling my hair."
"This is my first time drying a woman's hair. I do not have any experience. You should just bear with it." He tugged her again.
Leng Zhiyuan quickly snatched the hairdryer in his hand. She despised him as she said, "I will do it myself. You can leave."
"You really want me to go?"
"Go."
"Then I am leaving?"
"Go quickly!"
Zhou Yao did not leave. He lowered his gaze to look at the woman in the mirror as he murmured, "You want me to leave, and I leave. Wouldn't I be very embarrassed then?"
