Yang Yun tugged on the clothes on his body uncomfortably. These few days, Xue Yi Ming had lent him some shirt and jeans. Although Yang Yun found that the clothing was strange, it was comfortable, and it was easy for him to move around.
However, a few minutes ago, Xue Yi Ming told him to wear the suit he had brought for him a few days ago. Yang Yun thought that these clothes were not as comfortable as the usual T-shirt.
"Are you done yet?" Xue Yi Ming's voice came from outside.
Yang Yun glanced at the clothing again before he walked out the door. "Is this fine?"
Xue Yi Ming gave him a look over and nodded. "Alright." He frowned when he saw Yang Yun's long hair tied with a string. "What do you think about getting a haircut?"
Instinctively, Yang Yun took a few steps back. "No."
Noticing Yang Yun's apprehensive gaze, Xue Yi Ming held both hands up. "It was only a suggestion. Relax. I won't touch your hair if you don't let me."
