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Go on, just touch it a little, very gently, Yanyi won't mind, and even if she does, he'll just say he was shooing a bug away! Qin Jiran mentally prepared himself, stretched out his hand and gently touched Su Yanyi's head, then quickly withdrew it.
The soft touch made Qin Jiran squint his eyes slightly amidst his nervousness, admiring the fine quality of Yanyi's hair.
Su Yanyi quickly looked up but only caught a glimpse of his retreating figure and Qin Jiran's somewhat innocent appearance. Before she could ask anything, Qin Jiran explained, "Your hair was a bit messy."
Su Yanyi paused for a moment, then continued to eat voraciously, while Qin Jiran quietly heaved a sigh of relief.
