Long Yang glanced at the handkerchief she handed to him. He did not accept it but lowered his head and leaned toward her.
"Wipe it for me, Weiwei."
Clenching her handkerchief, Lu Liangwei was about to raise her hand, but she dropped it again and said slyly, "You're too tall for me to reach."
Long Yang could only bend a little lower, and he looked at her with a smile. "Can you reach now?"
Lu Liangwei massaged her wrist and said with a grin, "My hand's sore, I can't lift it."
Long Yang raised an eyebrow, finally understanding her intention. This girl clearly did not want to help and was looking for an excuse to dodge.
The corners of his mouth curved upward slightly, and he suddenly wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her off her feet. His other hand grabbed her hand holding the handkerchief and placed it on his forehead.
"Can you reach now, and surely your hand isn't sore anymore, right?"
