Looking up at him, Chu Liangxia said in a pitiful voice.
"..."
Ling Xize felt like he had taken on an ancestor.
Pointing at the vanity, Ling Xize pressed his temples and said, "Go sit over there."
"But I don't want to move."
Stuffing the throw pillow into her arms, Chu Liangxia tilted her head and smiled playfully as she acted spoiled with him.
"..."
Ling Xize was beyond frustrated.
Raising an eyebrow, Ling Xize simply picked her up and placed her on the stool in front of the vanity.
Chu Liangxia continued holding the pillow, silently watching him pick up the hairdryer to blow dry her hair.
The buzzing sound of the hairdryer started up.
Probably, this was the first time in his 25 years of life that Ling Xize had dried someone's hair.
So—
Chu Liangxia began to complain, "The wind is blowing into my ears... It's too hot, don't blow against the scalp... The roots are still not dry... How can you be so clumsy..."