Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

Lowering my eyelids to hide my trembling pupils, who was the most conservative ancient person? Was it me?

Probably. Anyway, this is already considered an intimate act. Besides, it’s uncomfortable to think about using the same towel with someone else.

It’s better to make it clear: “I don’t care about you, but you can’t use my towel in the future.”

Yi Fengbai turned his back, and Su Qingping took this opportunity to get up and dress himself.

"understood."

Su Qingping couldn't tell the emotion in his tone, but he could clearly see a few white hairs hidden among his black hair. He felt bitter in his heart: "I'll go back to my room first."

"and many more."

Yi Fengbai turned around and asked: "Are you going to go out like this in front of everyone?"

"Is there anything wrong?"

Yi Fengbai shook his head and smiled helplessly: "This is my room. I'm sure the waiters walking back and forth in the corridor know it."

"Then, how do I get out?"

If he said that, wouldn't I never be able to get out?

"At least comb your hair first."

Su Qingping walked to the dressing table, and the small mirror clearly reflected her face. Long hair was really difficult to manage. It took her half a day to comb it every time. Her hands were sore but she still couldn't comb it smoothly. No wonder she needed a maid to comb her hair.

This time it was no surprise. My increasingly irritable mood was revealed by the impatient and rough movements of my hands. It felt like the more I combed my hair, the more tangled it became. In the end, I simply put down the comb and forcefully divided my hair into three strands. I tried to braid it, but when I got to the back of the braid, all the hair got tangled together.

I'm really impressed. What a crappy hair! I'll cut it tomorrow.

Yi Fengbai seemed to have never seen a person who could be tortured by her hair like this. Seeing that her angry look was really funny, he laughed out loud accidentally.

Su Qingping, who had forgotten the existence of others, remembered him and saw him quickly suppress the corners of his mouth, as if he was fast enough to pretend that nothing had happened.

She gave him a cold look and made way for him: "You go first."

I don't believe he can be any better than me.

Yi Fengbai sat in front of the mirror, picked up the comb, removed the few remaining hairs on it, and then combed his head.

But after trying for a long time, there was not much effect, so Su Qingping was not polite anymore: "Hahahaha, you are still laughing at me. My hair is long after all, I don't know what's so funny."

Yi Fengbai: ...

It's neither right to put the comb down nor to comb it.

"Can you do it? Or should I help you?"

After saying this, I realized that I was wrong, but I didn't wait for them to make amends.

"it is good."

Su Qingping: So straightforward? You must have gotten the wrong script.

No one cares anyway, so why should I care?

I took the comb reluctantly, and originally wanted to give it a good beating, but when I saw a few white hairs hidden in it, I lost the mood to play around. Surprisingly, I combed it quickly, neatly and meticulously. It must be because of the hair quality, yes, it was because of the hair quality.

I took the crown from his hand, fixed my hair, and then took the hairpin to fix it. This doesn't match?

The hairpin is obviously several times newer than the tiara.

I just feel it's weird, but I can't remember the reason, so I won't think about it anymore.

"Reciprocity is reciprocated."

I didn't understand what he meant by this sudden remark until he pushed me down on the stool.

Forget it, I can’t comb my hair well anyway.

I don’t know what he was doing, but I didn’t have any idea at all and felt a little bored.

I continued to think about the origin of this hair crown. It looked so familiar that I kept glancing at his head from time to time, and our eyes met several times.

If you don't understand, just ask.

"The hair crown on your head looks pretty good."

Yi Fengbai paused for a moment, then lowered his head to continue combing her hair: "It looks pretty good."

Su Qingping:?

Am I not being straightforward enough?

"It's just a little old. Let me see it someday and I'll print a new one for you."

Yi Fengbai raised his head and looked into her eyes through the mirror, but couldn't tell what emotion she was expressing.

"it is good."

Su Qingping was originally just curious and didn't want to make a hair crown for him. She also thought he would refuse, but...

This, this, it’s not that I’m worried about the money, how can we continue the conversation?