He Xing finished rolling up Fu Han's pant legs and looked up at her with a slight smile, "Why are you touching my hair?"
Although his smile wasn't the kind to light up the whole room, to Fu Han it was more dazzling than the sunlight above their heads. His smile was radiant, brilliant like a sunflower, capturing one's attention at first glance.
A smile unconsciously crept onto Fu Han's face. She teased him playfully, "What, is your head so precious that others aren't allowed to touch it?"
"That's right," He Xing's smile deepened as he took Fu Han's hand, helping her up, "Haven't you heard? A man's head and a woman's foot should only be seen, not touched."
"Then why did you still roll up my pant legs just now?" Fu Han mumbled, feeling rather indignant.
He Xing affectionately ruffled Fu Han's hair, "Yes, your feet can only be touched by me, and my head can only be touched by you. Isn't that fair?"
