Wang Wei walked into his room and immediately stopped. His lips twitched as he saw a woman with long black hair already there. "Young Lady, you're in the wrong booth."
"Am I?" Wu Hong replied. She continued sipping her drink without looking at him. Wang Wei sighed and sat on the cushion next to her. He looked at her black hair.
"Your hair looks great," he commented.
"At least try to make the compliment sound plausible."
"I'm very sincere."
Wu Hong looked him in the eyes. "Your current appearance is very handsome."
Wang Wei's lips twitched and he reverted the transformation. "See? Now, we no longer match."
"Just turn your hair black."
"How about we compromise and choose another color."
"How about we retain our individualistic identities and choose something we enjoy."
"Fair," Wang Wei nodded. The room had a small table before them with a wine bowl. "Yours or something the celebration served?"
