But Wen Qiao was best at turning unfavorable situations into favorable ones for herself.
After Fu Jinghen had finished speaking, she put on a pitiful expression, "I was afraid you'd refuse if I asked directly for you to dry my hair. Although I'm pursuing you now, I'm also a girl with thin skin, and I don't want to be rejected."
"I message you every day to make you like me, asking about your day, scrounging up all sorts of delicacies, and now I have to wrack my brain just to have you dry my hair."
As she spoke, she even sighed heavily, her shoulders drooping, looking completely deflated.
"How could there be such a pitiful fiancée like me, caught to work less than a week after getting engaged, living far from her fiancé, everyday worrying about him being snatched away by someone else, and after all the effort of chasing him, not getting any response."
Fu Jinghen felt that if he didn't agree to dry her hair, she could nag him all evening.
