Jun Shiyan took the hair dryer and blow-dried her hair.
Ling Sheng, who was feeling a little itchy, could not help but say, "Third Master, there's no need. I'm not drenched. I just feel a little wet."
"Don't move." Jun Shiyan grabbed her hand and dried her hair seriously. His low and deep voice was magnetic. "Are you used to attending classes?"
"I'm not." Ling Sheng shook her head, feeling depressed. "My math has always been bad, so I don't understand much. They all say it's very simple, but I think it's especially difficult."
Jun Shiyan could not help but laugh. His eyes were full of affection. "What else?"
"Also, there's a professor who teaches complex analysis in our faculty. He's so handsome that he can make one cry. You don't know this, but he's really gorgeous!" Ling Sheng could not help but sigh. She had never felt that describing a person as handsome would be inadequate. Her vocabulary was so lacking that only the word 'handsome' was left.
