C167 She Really Died

Leng Xin's hands went numb after she finished wiping with much difficulty. She then remembered, "Why don't you use a hair dryer? Wouldn't that be faster?"

The man who was already lying on the bed took out his book and answered casually, "Anyway, I'm not the one who contributed."

Leng Xin really wanted to throw the towel in his face.

The night seemed to have quieted down