She lightly bit out the word "sleep," her breath wafting fragrant as an orchid along his handsome cheek.
Zhou Jin's eyes darkened, and then he reached out to remove the maid's cap from her head, "Sorry, I don't have that much time to pursue you, and since I've caught you this time, there's no escaping… Why did you cut your hair?"
His voice suddenly became stern, her well-maintained hair slipping through his fingers like silk, yet it was shorter now.
Her once seaweed-length hair now only reached her ears.
"Why are you so mad? I cut it because it looks pretty. Long hair isn't in fashion anymore; everyone says I look better with short hair."
He could imagine her saying this, batting her big eyes pitifully, pouting her red lips as though he was some unmercifully cruel perpetrator just because he was harsh on her.
They say when a woman cuts her hair, she's saying goodbye to her past and starting anew.
