Qin Ruan's clean, rosy, and small face was like a lotus flower covered in dew, tempting and alluring.
The young girl was still too naive, blushing even at the slightest tease.
She was like a kitten's claws scratching at San Ye's heart.
Huo Yunjiao's Adam's apple bobbed, his heart softening.
He sighed slightly in his heart and found himself despicable for teasing such a young girl.
Huo Yunjiao loosely held Qin Ruan's body, and then released her, his hand reaching again towards the short hair by her ear.
"I noticed earlier that your hair seems off. How did it get cut? Is it a new trendy hairstyle?"
His tone was casual, as if it were just an offhand question.
Qin Ruan's brows slightly furrowed and she snatched her chopped locks from his hand.
Mu Qing hadn't held back last night, and the blow had removed a handful of her hair near her ear.
Don't look down on this small clump of hair. It was particularly noticeable, making up one-third of the hair around her ear.
