Cheng Yanzhi walked over to Xia Yunsheng, helping to arrange her hair a little. It had grown out a bit, now reaching past her shoulders.
But he noticed something, "Did you get your hair cut again when you went out?"
"Mm." She didn't like having too long hair, it didn't suit her status.
"You're not allowed to cut it anymore." Cheng Yanzhi said sternly.
"You're being too controlling!" Xia Yunsheng glared at him.
Cheng Yanzhi didn't bother responding, only softly stroking her hair, his fingers unintentionally brushing over her neck. Xia Yunsheng watched his focused expression in the mirror, feeling her heart fluttering nervously.
She couldn't help but wonder: Is this real, am I falling for this man?
"Miss, it seems you have a visitor." Just as they stepped out of the room, they ran into a servant who had hurriedly come to report.
"A visitor?" Xia Yunsheng was puzzled, glancing at Cheng Yanzhi as she descended the stairs with this question in mind.
