Zhao Rong tried several times, but couldn't get the jade hairpin to stay in place.
Standing behind Qing Jun, he seemed somewhat clumsy and awkward, as if it were his first time attempting such a task.
In reality, Zhao Rong was quite experienced in dressing a woman's hair, but even with his experience, he couldn't afford to show off in front of Qing Jun.
Zhao Rong had long been aware of his wife's meticulousness; he dared not slip up in the slightest.
At this moment, feeling the silky smoothness of the hair in his hands, he flipped his right hand, turned clockwise, then plunged the jade hairpin straight in with his right hand, releasing with both hands to finally secure the hairstyle without any loose strands.
Taking a step back, he exhaled in relief, "There, Qing Jun."
