"Ouch!" Zhen Zhinian hissed, wincing at the burning sensation on her head, and lowered her head. "Babe, my head is going to cook."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you okay?" Zhang Zhenyuan snapped back to reality and quickly switched off the hair dryer, checking the girl's head.
"It's fine, it's fine. No burnt smell, not cooked yet," Zhen Zhinian sniffed.
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