Her hair was finally washed, and the air around her was fresh. She dragged her long water-flowing hair to the mirror, wrung it with four dry towels, and then took out a hairdryer to dry it.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
A month ago, I shamelessly grabbed a good hairdryer from my brother, who was running a hair salon. I didn't know how to play it gently because I was too diligent. One day, after the final symphony of "creak" by the hairdryer, I no longer worked for my hair. A month and a half later, I went to my brother's thick face to grind a half-puff, but it was not a big problem. Only a monotonous voice sometimes attacked my brain due to lack of oxygen.
Lying on the bed, she tried hard to think but couldn't think of anything. Her eyelids suddenly closed and then suddenly opened
