He precisely caught a few subtle twitches of your lips.

"Does it hurt you?"

Qin Che rubbed the back of your head, and the lake reflected his image of him trying to blow air into your "painful" spot.

Your gazes met again on the lake's reflection, just as a waterbird skimmed across the surface, creating ripples.

You chuckled: "Qin Che, how can you be so cute!"

"..." He paused for a moment, then said, "It seems it really doesn't hurt."

"It's okay, you don't need to be so careful. My hair falls out a lot every day, so breaking a few strands is nothing."

"Lots of it?"

"Hmm... I lose so much hair every day, but it doesn't seem to be decreasing, so it's probably nothing to worry about."

Qin Che stopped blowing air and focused on combing your hair: "I heard that people here are used to wearing headdresses because they feel that their hair is a very precious thing. When it's all down, only the closest and most trusted people can see it."

His fingers run through your hair, carefully combing it.

You secretly think that what he meant by saying that he was the closest and most trusted person.

You blurted out, "In our region, when a man ties up a woman's hair, it means he wants to spend his whole life with her."

You seemed a little dazed after saying that. In our area...

Qin Che was initially in a good mood when you said those words, but seeing your sudden absent-minded expression, he seemed to realize something and interrupted you, saying, "I really like your hair..."

He plucked away the stray hairs that were hanging by your temples, divided the hair into three strands, and then let them intertwine.

You snapped out of your reverie and turned your gaze back to Qin Che's reflection on the lake.

Without batting an eye, you replied, "You like me too..."

Qin Che let out a few pleasant chuckles: "Hmm...you're right..."

"Qin Che, don't you think you're really suited for this place?"

His hands didn't stop moving: "I can adapt to any place, and I can make any place adapt to me."

"anywhere is fine?"

"As long as I want to... but now there's one more condition..."

His gaze met yours in the lake: "I don't want to get used to a place where you're not."

Hearing these sweet words, you couldn't help but smile.

Oh no! What should I do?! I want to kiss him to death!

His reflection in the lake showed a serene expression. He carefully put the headdress back on for you, then, as if very pleased with his work, said, "Look, my masterpiece. Do you like it?"

He gestured for you to turn your head so you could see your reflection in the lake, your braids hanging lightly behind your head.

Although you couldn't tell that it was no different from a regular braid, you still said with honeyed words, "Wow! My Zhizhi's skills are absolutely top-notch!"

"No one can match your sweet talk. I want to hear the truth."

"Oh dear, you saw through me, hehehe... Actually, it's just a little bit ordinary, not much different from what I made up myself..." After your weak comment, you quickly added, "Since you say I'm sweet-talking, do you want to try some more..." Your pouting and pleading expression made Qin Che feel exceptionally happy.

He grabbed your chin and, without the slightest hesitation, lightly pecked your lips twice.

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