There was nothing Lin Gantang could do, so she put it down. "Forget it, if there's really something to discuss, then I'll look for Yin Zhen. It's not a big deal."
Wen Yanqing glanced at the note on the coffee table and smiled.
Lin Gantang picked up the beige hairband that was in the blind box, saying happily, "It's quite nice. I'll use it to braid my hair in future."
"Do you want to try it now?" Wen Yanqing's slender fingers picked up the headband and held it in his hand. He smiled faintly and said, "Shall I help you?"
"Do you know how to?" Lin Gantang asked.
Wen Yanqing shook his head honestly.
Lin Gantang was tickled, bending over in laughter. "Then you have to know how to braid hair first."
Wen Yanqing sat on the sofa and pulled her into his arms, combing her hair with his hands.
Wen Yanqing's fingertips were warm and soft. Lin Gantang felt very comfortable and unconsciously relaxed her body as she nestled in his arms.
