She didn't know what he had done, but Gu Qiangwei felt her hair being stirred, and in just a moment, the flower-patterned purple hairpin was inserted among her strands.
"Beautiful," he sincerely praised.
Gu Qiangwei was dazed, still not knowing what exactly he had just done to her hair.
But she could feel that the hair on one side of her head had been swept up.
After glancing at Qin Sijue, Gu Qiangwei turned her head and pulled down the mirror in front of the passenger seat.
When she saw her reflection in the mirror, Gu Qiangwei was momentarily stunned.
Her hair had been skillfully gathered up by the hairpin; it was very simple yet distinctive, very pleasing to the eye.
Turning her head, she looked at Qin Sijue with surprise, "You… actually know how to do this, too."
He slightly curled his lips, not responding.
