Is that possible?
Zhou Luchen rather felt like hanging up the phone.
Shen Jing said, "Is my hairband with you? If it is, I'll stop looking for it."
Zhou Luchen still reached into his trouser pocket. When he took out his lighter, a thin, pink hairband embellished with a pink crystal charm came out with it.
He hung up the phone, looked down, and gently twirled the satin hairband between his fingertips before slowly letting go and tossing it out the window.
The wind brushed through his crisp, short hair, leaving him looking detached and indifferent.
「Evening.」
Shen Jing received a gift box of hair ties and scrunchies, all in pink. There was also a tube of ointment, a reminder of the previous night's lack of restraint.
Shen Jing took off her clothes and examined the marks in the mirror. They covered her body down to her waist, remnants of Zhou Luchen's unrestrained activities throughout the night before.
She didn't remember how it had started or how it had ended.
