"Just rinse it with cold water." Zhao Jianpeng doesn't care at all. His tone is very casual.

"no, I will get sick." Now the temperature is not high, hand washing in cold water will turn red. It's OK. I'm a man Zhao Jianpeng went into the bathroom alone, and his hair was washed clean with crisp cold water.

worried about Zhao Jianpeng's illness, Shen Mengxin rubs Zhao Jianpeng's head with a dry towel. Zhao Jianpeng's head was shaking a little dizzy: "dream, you murder?"

Shen Mengxin felt that he was a little too strong. He smiled sheepishly and said that he could wipe his hair a lot.

the electricity hasn't...