C93 Good or stupid

The hair dryer hummed loudly. Huo Yelin lazily sat on the floor, allowing Zhao Yelin to fiddle with his hair.

Zhao Yilin liked to help him blow-dry his hair. She liked the childish look on his face and the feeling of him running his fingers through her hair.

But today, she was clearly a bit nervous.

"Ye Lin, if someone fought with you and even hurt you deeply, and you succeed and he falls