Wouldn't other students smell it?
Xu Xiangyang suddenly felt a bit guilty.
No, no, no. It shouldn't be that bad, who would have such leisure to care, right?
Moreover, the scent of the hair product isn't something you can just smell if you want to, and certainly no one would get so close. In school, no one would dare to get close enough to Lin Xingjie to smell her hair.
Unless it was someone very familiar with both of them, only then might they detect it; and even then, they would have to be very attentive to notice anything amiss—
"What are you doing?"
Lin Xingjie's words interrupted Xu Xiangyang's wild thoughts.
Noticing his gaze, she furrowed her brows slightly, touching her long hair that fell over her shoulders a bit uncomfortably.
"You were staring at my face just now, and now you're staring at my hair..."
Could it be messed up from running, or have split ends? Impossible.
