"…"
Jiang Yanshen didn't speak. Under his long eyelashes, his black eyes were like the galaxy in the night sky, flickering with light.
For some reason, he liked to see her angry. It was much more pleasing to the eye than her previous docile and respectful appearance.
Lin Qingqian's height was not considered short among the average height of girls, but she was still a head shorter when standing in front of him. When she was grabbing his hair, she could barely reach it and could only stand on her tiptoes.
Sensing this, Jiang Yanshen unobtrusively spread his legs, bent his knees, and lowered his head to her brows.
Lin Qingqian was stunned for a moment. Her gaze landed on his legs, and the anger in her heart instantly dissipated.
She quickly styled his hair. "Done."
Jiang Yanshen raised his slightly sore neck and turned to look at the mirror embedded in the cabinet.
