Luo Xiaoqian pressed the switch, but the hairdryer didn't respond. Puzzled, she turned her face, only to remember that she hadn't plugged it in, and hurriedly put down the hairdryer to deal with the electrical socket.
"So stupid!"
With a low curse, Leng Zimo reached over. His long arm stretched out, beating her to it as he plugged in the cord.
"Try bathing with only one hand!"
She quietly rebutted him, reaching for the hairdryer, only to come up empty-handed again.
"Sit down!"
Leng Zimo held the hairdryer in one hand and gestured with his chin toward the wooden chair one could sit on when changing clothes in the bathroom.
"I can do it myself..."
"Sit down!" impatience colored his tone.
Clutching her bathrobe tighter, Luo Xiaoqian sat down on the wooden chair with her back to him.
Leng Zimo took a large towel, squeezed the water from her long hair, and only then did he turn on the hairdryer to help her blow-dry her hair.
