"What is this weird outfit you're wearing?"
"It's ethnic attire~"
Early the next morning, after the two of them got up, Qi Chen noticed Feng Yuan pulling out the clothing he had stashed in his backpack before. Seeing Feng Yuan dressed in those clothes, Qi Chen felt somewhat helpless. Najia walked up in front of Qi Chen, pointed at the neatly arranged small pillow and blanket on the table, and Qi Chen bent over with a smile, trying to pat Najia on the head, but Najia agilely dodged it. Feng Yuan, while putting a metal hair ring on his temple-long hair, said,
"You're not Hong Zhi, it wouldn't let you touch it, right~"
"Gina~"
Qi Chen straightened up and looked at Feng Yuan with dissatisfaction, then said somewhat puzzled,
"What's with those two locks of long hair? I remember your hair being short, right?"
"You mean this?"
Feng Yuan reached out to adjust the position of the metal ring and said,
