C119 Wipe Her Hair

"Be careful!" Hai Xiaomin reminded in a slightly nervous tone.

Whoosh - Following a ray of light in her hand, the situation in the stairwell became clear.

Hai Xiaomin raised the small flashlight on her phone and shone it on the ceiling of the staircase, "My house is on the fifth floor."

"Oh." Ling Yao answered obediently.

Yes, his response sounded as obedient as a child's. Or rather