But Ma Xiaotong seemed to not hear Zhang Feng's voice either. She looked up pitifully at Zhang Feng:
"Brother Zhang Feng, this is our first meeting today...."
"You can help me like this.... I don't know what to say..."
"Brother Zhang Feng, I must... I must repay you...."
Zhang Feng listened to Ma Xiaotong's words, shook his head helplessly and said:
"It's not a big deal..... Actually, I'm helping myself too... Wait! What are you doing?!"
"No no no no no..... really? Why are you tying up your hair?!"
Sure enough, just after Ma Xiaotong finished her last sentence, Zhang Feng was only halfway through speaking when Ma Xiaotong unexpectedly pulled out a hair tie from who knows where and tied up her long hair.
And then....
"Hiss—" Zhang Feng suddenly gasped for air:
"Ma Xiaotong, calm down! You're cold... you're too cold!!"
"So cold—"
Zhang Feng's voice gradually faded away.
No one knew how much time had passed.
