Sheng Qianxia immediately felt awkward, "I usually also take the sweet and charming route..." probably.
She shyly lowered her head, secretly annoyed at herself for getting carried away just now.
Because of the rare pleasure of his company, she subconsciously treated him as the him from the past...
Gong Beiyao watched as she hung her head in annoyance and unconsciously stretched out his slender fingers to tousle her hair.
She instinctively shrank her neck, momentarily stunned.
She caught a glimpse of their reflection in the mirror.
Soon, she realized it wasn't her imagination; his gentle palm had messed up her hair.
At that moment, her emotions seemed as jumbled as her hair.
Why was he touching her hair out of nowhere! She was using him, and he was happy about it!?
A trace of unfamiliar sweetness swept across the tip of her heart.
She felt as if the world had burst into brilliant fireworks at that moment, blossoming one after another at the tip of her heart.
