Gu Zhiqi saw how quickly he responded without even thinking, and asked, "Aren't you going to ask what I want?"
Su Yunling earnestly said, "As long as I have it, I can give Zhizhi anything."
Gu Zhiqi: "..."
She reached out and gently pressed the spot over her heart, then slowly plugged in the hairdryer, "One time blow-dry, one small cake, no reneging."
Su Yunling nodded, "Okay."
Seeing this, Gu Zhiqi murmured softly, "Why are you so easy to fool? What if you meet someone else?"
The room filled with the whooshing sound of the hairdryer, covering Gu Zhiqi's murmurs, which Su Yunling didn't hear.
Whether it was the hot wind from the hairdryer or not, Gu Zhiqi felt like the room was getting warmer.
Especially at the spot over her heart, not only warm but a bit hot too.
About three minutes later, Gu Zhiqi turned off the hairdryer, "Alright, remember you owe me a small cake."
