Wen Ran looked at herself in the mirror, her black hair woven into numerous small braids.
But, but these braids...
"Mo Xiuchen, where did you get these small rubber bands?"
It took a while before Wen Ran asked.
Her hand was raised mid-air, not touching her hair, her expression somewhat stiff. The hairstyle Mo Xiuchen had crafted for her meant she could really only go to the amusement park.
Mo Xiuchen seemed to really like this hairstyle, took out his phone, and snapped several photos of her. Setting the phone down, he then stood behind her, put his hands on her shoulders, leaned down slightly, his handsome face pressing against her small face, and looking at the woman in the mirror, he said, "Ran ran, if I took you out like this, would people say I'm abducting an underage girl?"
Wen Ran nodded seriously, "Definitely."
