"In the future, I will fix your hair up in a bun," said Xiao Changyi.
"You can?" An Jing was surprised.
Xiao Changyi shook his head, "No, but if I ponder over it slowly, I'm sure I'll get it eventually."
"Alright," An Jingxin felt sweet inside, "then I'll be your guinea pig first. Once you've figured it out, I can enjoy you doing my hair."
Actually, Xiao Changyi didn't quite understand the meaning of 'guinea pig,' but he could slowly grasp the context from An Jing's whole sentence. After he understood, he nodded and said, "Hmm."
"Let's go, we should head over for the wedding ceremony. Today is our big day, and I'm sure many people have come to see us made a mockery of. We can't let them look down on us." As she spoke, An Jing puffed out her chest, her back even straighter than before.
