Su Li thought this matter was started by her, so she was a bit puffed up with anger, her porcelain-like cheeks puffed up like a steamed white bun.
Su Li said irritably, "Mr. Qi, hurry back to work. I still have to attend a parent-teacher meeting for my brother, so let's not chat."
Su Li glared at him, walking while taking a small comb out of her bag to brush the hair messed up by Feng Huaijin.
Today's winter sun was warm, the sunlight made people feel cozy, a gentle breeze blew, lifting Su Li's strands of broken hair, lightly floating in the warm wind.
Feng Huaijin looked at the beautiful back, subconsciously extending his fair, slender fingers.
Like ink, the thin strands of hair fell into his palm, gently curling between his fingers, as if she lightly brushed against his fingers.
Feng Huai gently clenched his large palm, a few long, dark strands of hair fell into his hand.
