Brother, you did it on purpose

Rong Yan bit her lip. my Yingluo is afraid that I won't do well.

Liancheng Yazhi waved his hand. you'll get used to it after you do it more in the future. Come on.

Rong Yan walked over and carefully picked up the hairdryer. That seemingly light thing seemed particularly heavy in her hands. Rong Yan's movements were very clumsy, but she did it very seriously.

Finally, after Liancheng Yazhi's hair was 70% dry, Rong Yan put down the hairdryer in her hand and pouted. "Brother, my hands are so sore."

Liancheng Yazhi reached out to grab her thin hand and massaged it. "You've worked hard. You'll get used to it next time."

rong yan was so scared that she quickly waved her hands. "don't do it next time. i didn't do it well."

liancheng yazhi was in a good mood when he saw her expression as if she was facing a great enemy. "That won't do. You'll have to do this kind of thing more often in the future."