Water droplets dripped down Chu Ji's hair, quickly forming a large mist on the ground.
He lifted his sleeve to wipe the water droplets off his face.
They trickled down, tickling him.
Lu Jingzhi took out a handkerchief from her bosom and handed it to him, "Here, wipe your hair. Speaking of which - Xiaobai was right, the haircut I gave you really is ugly."
Chu Ji: "You're just realizing that now? Shulou said I have more talent than you."
"Oh, isn't your Shulou still too embarrassed to go out?" Lu Jingzhi couldn't help but want to laugh when she thought of Xu Shulou's awkward appearance.
He closed his eyes and resignedly let Chu Ji do his work.
For the next two days, he was angry and wouldn't even talk to Chu Ji.
It seemed that he didn't plan to set foot outside the door until his hair grew back to his waist.
"Stop saying 'your Shulou, your Shulou,' it sounds so weird and eerie," Chu Ji complained sadly, "Shulou doesn't acknowledge me anymore."
