"Dyed your hair?"
Ji Junxue awkwardly scratched the back of his head with a smile.
"A classmate dragged me to do it yesterday. Feels a bit strange."
Jing Che's sexy thin lips curled into a tiny smile.
"Looks good. Young people should be like this."
Saying this, Jing Che gently ruffled the soft strands on top of Ji Junxue's head with one big hand.
"..." He talks as if he's so old.
Ji Junxue's face turned red.
He always felt that when Jing Che bro ruffled his hair, it was like petting a little dog.
After breakfast, Jing Che, as usual, grabbed his briefcase and got ready to go to work.
He had just reached the foyer and was changing his shoes.
Ji Junxue stood hesitantly at the dining table, watching his tall, upright figure, and subconsciously called out.
"Jing Che bro!"
"Hmm?" Jing Che instinctively turned around.
"I don't have many classes this semester, so I'm planning to find a company to intern with."
