Lin Fanfen's eyes widened. The situation last night was overwhelming. Yesterday, it seemed that she and someone had been lingering over and over again. In the end, Lin Fanfen fainted gloriously in the horrifying energy.
It's right.
Lin Fanfen woke up from her memories, and then replied guiltily: "It's okay!" Fortunately, you sister, how could I sleep well just your voracious little mother? Lin Fanfen thought angrily.
Leng Yanye pulled a smile and handed a dry towel to Lin Fenfen, saying, "Print my hair."
Lin Fanfen's mouth twitched violently, and she swallowed her anger and said, "Isn't there a hair dryer?" This is obvious enough, meaning that he can use a hair dryer to dry himself.
"Using a hair dryer will hurt the hair." Leng Yanye said lightly, as if he was talking about someone else's business.
Lin Fan almost fell out of bed. She, a girl, had never thought about whether it hurts hair or not. He is a big man, was he care about bird feathers?!
In the end, Lin Fanfen failed in the scene of staring at her eyes. Because she was not wearing clothes, Leng Yanye was too tall. Lin Fanfen pulled the sheet with one hand and pressed it on her chest, which was very difficult to wipe.
"Huh~~" Lin Fanfen was frustrated, "Can you lower your head?!"
"Okay." Leng Yanye agreed readily this time.
Just as Lin Fanfen was halfway through, a knock sounded outside the door, and the uncle of the housekeeper rang: "Young Master, it's time to get up."
Lin Fanfen looked at Leng Yanye in horror, and Leng Yanye spoke calmly; "Okay, I understand."
It was not until Lin Fanfen heard the sound of footsteps gradually fading away that she let go of Lin Fanfen's heart. Then she quickly threw down the towel that helped Leng Yanye wipe his hair, wrapped her own in bed sheets, and rushed into the bathroom regardless of Leng Yanye.