Bending over, Luo Xiaoqian carefully parted his hair, searching.
"There's nothing here."
"There must be, keep looking."
Without suspecting any trick, she supported his head with one hand and parted his hair bit by bit with the other, searching diligently.
Her fingers slid over his hair strands, the touch was light and soft, yet it stirred up tumultuous waves in his heart like a hurricane.
Jiao Yang slightly raised his face, looking at her focused expression, a flame kindled within him that he couldn't suppress.
"Found it." Luo Xiaoqian took the small piece of eggshell from his hair, stood up to throw it into the trash bin, turned around to come back, only to see Jiao Yang had already stood in front of her, less than half a step away, she froze, instinctively taking a small step back, "Leave this to me, go take a shower!"
Jiao Yang didn't leave, but instead took a small step closer, his eyes fixated on her.
"Xiao Qian!"
