Here comes the sneaky fox. Song Zhuyu rolled his eyes skyward, a mix of amusement and exasperation swirling within him. Now he couldn't help but suspect that the whole reason Rui Ye insisted on making him stay here was all because of this one request. No, he was almost certain of it because that was just so typical of Rui Ye to scheme for such a thing.
For God's sake, what's with this man and his strange obsession with his hair?
"Why don't you ask to touch my face too while you're at it?" Song Zhuyu retorted with a mocking laugh, sarcasm dripping from his tone. But apparently Rui Ye didn't catch on and took his words at face value.
"I can?!" He jolted upright, excitement written all over his face. "I really can?!"
Song Zhuyu: "..."
Was this how people felt when they shot themselves in the foot?
