The man stopped what he was doing, "Why are you shaking like that?"
Tong Ran had intended to say nothing was wrong, but then she suddenly remembered what the clerk had said, that she couldn't get it wet once it was applied, and she quickly realized, "I should... I should do it myself..."
Mo Nanjue frowned, "I'm already halfway done and you're still fussing, don't move."
"No, it's... after this is applied, it can't touch water."
"I didn't ask you to touch water," he continued to apply it.
"..." Tong Ran's pretty face turned red, and when she hinted at the man, he pretended not to understand. She didn't want to end up in pain later, so she decided to be straight, "No, I mean, if you, if you help me apply it, I... I..."
Mo Nanjue furrowed his brow; he was about to say he didn't understand, but as his gaze dropped again, he felt the warmth at his fingertips, "Are you trying to say, if I help you apply it, you will produce water?"
Tong Ran: "..."
