Yin Buqi said as he carried Jiang Niannian to a chair and ran his bony fingers through her hair, "I'll help Nian Nian comb her hair."
Some strands of hair scratched Jiang Niannian's face, making it feel a little itchy.
Before she could reach out to touch it, Yin Buqi raised his hand and took it in hers.
"Don't move, I'll do it."
He is already good-looking, and he looks even more attractive when he looks so serious.
His fingers played with her hair nimbly and meticulously, not like a blind man.
Jiang Niannian felt that her heart was a little out of control. She wanted to reach out to remove the white cloth covering her eyes, but Yin Buqi grabbed her and said, "Niannian, stop it. It's too ugly. It will scare you."
Somehow, Jiang Niannian felt a little distressed, so she withdrew her hand and sat down obediently.
His fingers shuttled through his hair like a wooden comb for half an incense stick of time.
Yin Buqi's fingers touched her face intentionally or unintentionally, making her feel a little uncomfortable.
They were too close, and Jiang Niannian couldn't help but glance at Yin Buqi's rosy lips.
He seemed very happy, with a smile on his lips.
A small black ball caught Jiang Niannian's attention from the corner of her eye.
Then, Yin Buqi kicked the little black head that was approaching to the side.
The little black ball whined for a while and tried to come closer, but Yin Buqi pushed him away with his hand, "Get out of here."
His eyes were somewhat unhappy, and he pointed at the palace door and said, "Get out."
"Ouch~" The little black ball cried out in grievance and went out of the hall. The look on his face melted Jiang Niannian's heart.
As he was looking at it, his eyes were covered by a pair of hands: "Don't show it to me."
He straightened her head and said, "Nian Nian, just look at me like you did just now."
Jiang Niannian: "..." Why does this pretty boy seem a little childish? Why does it feel like a boyfriend is competing with a pet for his affection? But she is not his girlfriend...
Another half cup of tea passed, and her long hair was finally tied up with a jade hairpin.
Jiang Niannian casually made a hand gesture and looked at herself in the mirror, feeling a little jealous, "You comb your hair very well. Who else has combed your hair before?"
"I only combed Nian Nian's hair, not anyone else's."
Full of lies!
He combed his hair so well, he must have practiced secretly, and it is impossible for him to comb his hair into a bun like a girl.
Yin Buqi chuckled, his tone full of doting: "Nian Nian is so pretty."
"You can't see it." Jiang Niannian couldn't figure out whether he was sincere or just fishing.
"I remember, every part of Nian Nian, I remember."
Jiang Niannian was slightly startled, her heartbeats getting wild again: "Do we know each other?"
Yin Buqi did not answer, but said, "Let's go, Nian Nian, it's time to go to hell."
Jiang Niannian gazed at him quietly in his arms, her eyes full of resentment.
No, he was fine just now, why did he suddenly want me to die? This pretty boy has two faces?!
As if knowing what she was thinking, Yin Buqi said, "This hell is not that hell."
As he spoke, he held her in his arms and flew away into the air, dancing like a butterfly, like a swaying ghost.
When they landed again, they both changed into white tights, with thin gold lines outlining their delicate contours. They were created by Yin Buqi using magic, and looked like couple outfits.