Jing Jihan didn't dodge, sitting there as Shi Su arrogantly lifted her hand and ruffled his hair a couple of times. It wasn't until she shook a can of hair spray and was about to start spraying it on his head that he called her name in a low voice, half-serious, half-warning: "Shi Su."
"Ah." Shi Su pretended not to understand his warning, lowering her head and smiling, looking at the glance her husband cast her way.
She continued to shake the can in her hand: "Got to give it a try."
"Not necessary." Jing Jihan was quite averse to the faintly fragrant hair spray, and just as she was about to spray it, he suddenly raised his hand, pulled her by the waist, and sat her on his lap.
Shi Su lost her balance and sat heavily into his embrace, and the spray almost fell to the ground. Luckily, the makeup artist next to them was quick to catch it.
But was also force-fed a mouthful of dog food in the process.
Makeup Artist: What kind of sin have I committed...
