"It's quite an achievement to style a woman's hair."
"In my lifetime, I'll only style hair for you." The man hooked her waist, met her gaze, then suddenly lowered his head and captured her mouth.
Yun Ya's eyes widened; she was brushing her teeth, her mouth full of foam. Didn't he find it dirty?
Yan Song used his actions to show her he loved every part of her.
The two lingered in the bathroom for a while, until an old man's cough was heard: "If you don't come out soon, the food will be cold."
Yun Ya wiped her mouth and shot him a coquettish glare, Yan Song chuckled softly, messed up the newly braided hair, and slipped away.
"Annoying." Yun Ya mumbled, but a sweet smile played on her lips as she chased after him.
During the meal, Yan Song said: "After we eat, let's go back to Country Hua."
Yun Ya kept her head down, then nodded after a while: "Okay."
