Now that there were people at home, Yan Qingzhui could skip the step of locking the door when he went out.
He stepped out and walked forward.
Lu Jingzhi lagged two steps behind as she caught sight of his hair fluttering in the wind.
"Hmm?" The young man glanced sideways, looking at her with an inquiring expression.
Caught staring, Lu Jingzhi giggled, "Don't you ever cut your hair? When we first met, your hair reached here, and now it's down to here."
She gestured on herself to illustrate.
Yan Qingzhui's hair had already grown down to the middle of his thighs.
Lu Jingzhi worried that in the dry weather, he might one day get electrocuted and turn into a snowcat?
Sensing its master's thoughts, the snowcat on his head meowed and flicked its tail, brushing Lu Jingzhi's cheek.
Tickled by the tail that often stood on end, Lu Jingzhi scratched her cheek agitatedly with her fingers.
Lu Jingzhi raised her hand to scratch it.
Half of the tiny body was just fur.
