"But other than Mediterranean comrade, those four all seem to be completely unconscious, right?" Luo Qianqian, however, was looking at the gazes coming from the other class, raised her brows, and asked as if she didn't care at all.
"Should be exactly like that." He Wenyu nodded and walked forward, watching the guy put on a wig, then snickering under her breath: "You sure you don't want to sell him a hairnet or something? Just let him flail around there?"
"You're way too kind, I'm not selling." Luo Qianqian chuckled: "The guy yanked out several strands of your hair, me not going for malicious revenge is already me being nice, okay? I was literally just thinking about recommending hair removal cream to him just now."
"You're not afraid he'll join the Zen Sect in the future?" Di Jun was also amused, staring at that head— even with the wig on, it still looked super bumpy.
