Yan Qingzhui's gaze fell on the strand of hair she hooked, and he laughed, "You still remember that?"
"Yes, I remember." Lu Jingzhi let go of the silky hair that felt good in her hand and went behind him.
She gestured and couldn't help but exclaim, "It's so long now, it could sell for a lot of money."
Yan Qingzhui was a bit puzzled, "Huh?"
Lu Jingzhi remembered that this was ancient times and quickly changed the subject, "I think you look great with long flowing hair, like an immortal in a painting, rarely seen in the world."
"The weather is hot, and the humidity is heavy here, making it even more stifling," Yan Qingzhui said. "You don't want me to cut my hair short again?"
Lu Jingzhi secretly thought, "Either way, you look beautiful. As for the hair, in winter, it can be long, so I can see different styles of beauties at different times."
Chu Ji looked at the suddenly cheerful person and said, "...What are you so happy about?"
