Qi Yuan: Come here, I will help you dry your hair.
Lin Jin remembered the many murders caused by wiping her hair, so she resisted in a low voice: No... I can't.
Someone knocked down an ostrich directly: I didn't hear what you just said. Um?
A certain ostrich surrendered to the landlord in a very serf-like manner: No... Said nothing. You wipe it
Someone: Don't wipe it, your hair will still be wet after a while.