"What's wrong with me?" Jian Yanyan was holding chopsticks and picking up a piece of hot and spicy boiled meat. As she shook her tongue and hissed, she asked in confusion.
Su Junhao sighed, shook his head, and then stood up from his seat.
Jian Yanyan pouted, "Why, do you find my eating manner ugly? Then don't watch. You didn't just meet me today, nor is it the first time you've seen me eat. Do you have to find it so disgusting..."
"Come here."
Jian Yanyan hadn't finished speaking when Su Junhao interrupted her, waving her over.
Jian Yanyan looked up at him only to see him standing in front of a bar counter, holding a hairdryer.
"What are you doing?" Jian Yanyan got up and walked over.
"Sit down." Su Junhao pressed her to sit down, turned on the hairdryer, and gently started drying her hair.
Jian Yanyan sat there stunned, somewhat dazed. She blinked, then blinked again, feeling a bit unreal.
Su Junhao is actually drying her hair.
