"Just teasing you." Ling Yin grinned mischievously, looking at the foamy-mouthed person talking to him in the mirror.
Hua Hua turned his head and glared at him, then kicked him in the leg: "Get lost!"
Ling Yin quickly stepped back to dodge the kick. When Hua Hua turned around to continue brushing his teeth, he moved closer to help blow-dry Hua Hua's hair. Actually, Hua Hua was very easy to appease, with a loud voice but a gentle temperament.
Once his hair was dry, Hua Hua styled his hair in front of the mirror.
"Styling your hair before sleeping?"
"Who said I was sleeping? I haven't even had dinner; of course I need to go out and eat something." Hua Hua thought: You came here by plane. If you dare, tell me you've eaten!
Ling Yin never eats on the plane, even if it's on his own private jet with a professional chef onboard.
