Little He Qing was overwhelmed by the favor, but when she heard Lin Zhengran say "Come here" again, she hurried over to stand in front of him.
First, she turned her back to him and let him dry the hair at the back.
Little He Qing held her small hands stiffly in front of her, and the warm blast from the hair dryer made her feel cozy.
Now and then, she secretly peeked through the mirror at Lin Zhengran, who was earnestly drying her hair, and a blush appeared on her face.
"How tall are you now? You seem to have grown a bit since last year," Lin Zhengran asked casually.
Little He Qing answered in a soft, sweet voice, "One meter fifty-seven! I just measured a few days ago, but I feel like I've grown really slowly since last year. I'm a little short. It'd be so much better if I grew to one sixty-five." She said quietly, "Wen Wen is one sixty-three."
Lin Zhengran was a head taller than both of them, so he really had never paid attention. "Really? I feel like you two are about the same."
Little He Qing stroked a lock of hair with her hand. "Yeah, she's a lot taller than me. Lin Zhengran, do you think short girls look better or tall girls look better?"
Lin Zhengran told the truth. "I don't really have any feelings about that. They're all about the same."
"Th-then what type do you like?"
"I'm not picky about that either. I only like who I like."
Little He Qing pursed her lips, thinking, You didn't answer seriously at all. In reality, Lin Zhengran really had answered seriously.
He reminded her, "The back is almost done. Turn around and I'll dry the front and the top of your