"Huh? No need, Uncle, I can dry it myself." Better not to bother him any more, the atmosphere was already strange enough today.
She needs to sleep well and digest everything.
"Sit down!" With a tone slightly raised, it sounded more like a command.
"Oh!" Blow it! Blow it! She truly had a propensity for torture. When he spoke nicely, she had to be fussy. But when his tone changed, she had no power to resist.
"Uncle, please stop."
Gu Yuying turned off the hairdryer and asked concernedly, "What's wrong?"
Luo Qingli rubbed her left eye, "I think my eyelash fell into my eye."
"Don't rub it with your hand, let me look." Gu Yuying knelt on the bed on one knee, lifted Luo Qingli's eyelid up and examined it. "It is inside your eye. Don't move, I'll take it out for you."
Gu Yuying pulled out a tissue, maintained his position, and gently removed the eyelash from her eye.
