Qin fan caught the slyness in her eyes and knew that this bad boy was playing tricks again. He silently walked along the table to her side and reached out to rub her hair. After rubbing his head for less than two seconds, si Rong tilted his head and said in a slightly displeased tone, " I told you not to touch my head. In the past, she was not happy, but now, she felt that this action was like treating a child. It was too childish.
"Do you want me to massage your head?" Qin fan asked.
Si Rong was slightly stunned. The man's expression in his line of sight was indifferent, but his eyes had melted away the usual fiendish sharpness. The dark color of his eyes appeared unexpectedly gentle under the warm light in the study room. More importantly, his tone was also softer than usual and could not be considered gentle compared to normal people. However, if this person was Qin fan, si Huang could not help but feel a trace of gentleness when compared to when he was normal.
