Ning Yuhuan's face was bright red, and Xu Lin said it was because of some high-quality skincare product that got on her face. There was so much of it in her hair too, she had to wash it—despite having just washed her hair last night. Girls don't wash their hair every day like boys do.
"Okay, okay, I'll be more careful next time."
"And don't put it on my face either!"
Ning Yuhuan pouted, "You're so mean, always picking on me!"
Xu Lin just laughed without saying anything.
Ning Yuhuan's hair was so thick and long that it took half an hour just to blow it dry. It wasn't easy.
But Ning Yuhuan's hair was truly beautiful.
Among the three girls Xu Lin was most familiar with—Ning Yuhuan, Rong Xiyi, and Yu Xinyan—each had gorgeous hair. But in terms of hair quality, it seemed like Ning Yuhuan's was the best. The texture of her hair was incomparable and felt so good that Xu Lin couldn't quite put the sensation into words.
"Your hair is amazing, Senior!"
"You're so bad!"
