Ji Yuxian raised his head to see her come inside. His narrow phoenix-like eyes narrowed. He smiled gently and said, "My dear, did you run straight out of your dream?"
Su Jiu replied, panting heavily, "Am I not late today?"
Taken aback, Ji Yuxian laughed. "Did you run over in such a hurry because you were afraid of being late?"
"Of course! I don't want to stand like a monkey on display again!"
She was, after all, the chief of the Dragon Conqueror Gang. If word of her standing got out, then people would laugh until their teeth fell out.
Ji Yuxian stood up and came over to Su Jiu. He looked her up and down and frowned lightly. "No matter how urgent, women cannot have such messy hair."
As he spoke, he reached out and refastened the buttons that Su Jiu had done up incorrectly. He brought her to sit on the low couch, took a comb out of the wooden drawer, and began to gently brush her hair.
