Lu Mingfei, why are you slaying dragons if you're not involved!

Chapter 104 The Cherry Blossoms Blessed by the Gods (8.2K)

"A stylist?"

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding what this profession, usually associated with celebrities, had to do with him.

But Senior Brother Chu, who was very sparing with words, obviously wouldn't say a single pointless word without a reason.

After pondering for two seconds, Lu Mingfei understood, considering the context.

"Senior brother, do you mean you're planning to find someone to cut my hair?"

"Yes."

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but be somewhat tempted.

That's a stylist that Chu Zihang said was "very good." Could it be that, like a million-dollar sound engineer who can turn a wailing melody into a pleasant song, he also has the ability to turn the rotten into the magical?
"Maybe it can make me look better too?"

Just as Lu Mingfei was about to agree, he remembered his already packed schedule—where would he find the time to do any styling?

You can't exactly invite someone to the basketball court so you can dribble the basketball while they cut your hair... that would be too bizarre!

"Thanks, senior brother, I'd love to, but lately..."

Lu Mingfei had barely begun to say, "I probably won't have time lately," when he was interrupted by semi-transparent text that suddenly appeared before his eyes—

[An unexpected emergency has been detected and is under investigation...]

[Verification complete. The intended actions align with the goal of 'becoming the most powerful and awesome man in the world,' thus deemed necessary! Temporary schedule being developed...]

[Temporary schedule has been released]

Time: To be determined
Objective: To complete the styling design and change the individual's image.

Reward: To be determined

Lu Mingfei was dumbfounded. At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind—this works?

How does changing one's personal image relate to becoming the most powerful and awesome man in the world?
"The most powerful and awesome... so it counts in every aspect, including being handsome?"

But good looks are innate; how can I enhance that? Even the best sound engineer can't turn a lousy song into something beautiful, and even the best stylist can't make me the most handsome man in the world!

Lu Mingfei was internally ranting and raving.

But despite the complaints, I still have to accept the last-minute schedule requests... At the very least, it's a rare chance to relax!
He quickly realized what he had said, paused only slightly, and then immediately changed the subject.

"Recently... I've been really worried about this!"

Lu Mingfei's smile became as bright as a Shiba Inu's.

"Senior, who's the stylist you're going to find for me? How much does it cost to design a look? I really can't spend your money again this time, after all, I don't need it..."

“It’s my mom’s best friend, Aunt Annie. She’s the one who designs things for me when I’m at home.”

Chu Zihang took out his phone. "Besides, she shouldn't take your money."

"I always feel bad about owing you favors, senior brother..." Lu Mingfei sighed.

"It's already been returned," Chu Zihang said calmly.

"You paid it back? I had no idea."

Lu Mingfei was a little puzzled. What argument was this?
But Chu Zihang had already found Aunt Annie's number in his contacts and dialed it. Lu Mingfei had no choice but to suppress his doubts and not ask.

In order to avoid the loud sound of the ball bouncing interfering with Chu Zihang's call, he started using the "high-altitude parabolic" shooting method he had previously figured out, which was laborious, silent, and highly skillful.

Less than two seconds later, the call connected, and a faint voice came from the other end, clearly speaking to someone else.

"Wow, Xiaoyan, your son called me! But it's not his haircut time yet, could it be..."

"What nonsense! You'd have to be at least twenty years younger to make a move on my son!"

A softer shout came from afar; it was Chu Zihang's mother, Su Xiaoyan. Her group of girlfriends had met up again for some fun, followed by a burst of playful banter…

Chu Zihang remained expressionless. Having grown up surrounded by these aunties since he was two or three years old, he was already used to it—it was better than being hugged and kissed naked when he was a child.

"What does Zihang want with Auntie?"

Aunt Anne's voice was finally at a normal volume this time, clearly indicating that she had put the phone to her ear.

"Aunt Annie, my friend needs a makeover." Chu Zihang stated his purpose simply and clearly.

"What, your friend? Is she your girlfriend?"

Aunt Annie on the other end of the phone was overjoyed, and the other background noise that had been faintly coming through the receiver disappeared instantly. Without a doubt, everyone on the other end of the phone had gathered around.

"No, it's Lu Mingfei."

Chu Zihang directly mentioned Lu Mingfei's name, trusting the speed at which gossip spread among his auntie's group of girlfriends. They must already know almost everything about Lu Mingfei.

"Oh, so you're Shanshan's piano student? Shanshan's been a bit down about it lately. She kept saying things like 'I'm such a failure as a teacher' after she got drunk. I know!"

Aunt Anne suddenly realized.

"Okay, what's the specific time and place? Auntie is mostly free after tonight. Tonight is out of the question, though, because a pretty girl booked it in advance..."

Chu Zihang's heart stirred.

Simply put, it means—"My gossip radar is vibrating! There must be some gossip nearby!"

Aunt Annie is a top-tier designer comparable to a "million-dollar sound engineer," but she only works as a designer as a hobby to pass the time, rather than as a serious professional, so she rarely takes on jobs... similar to Aunt Shanshan's situation.

In short, under these circumstances, there are very few people in the entire city who know Aunt Anne's identity as a designer and are rich enough to hire her.

Adding the criterion of "pretty girl" further narrows the range.

Young, rich, and beautiful enough to earn sincere praise from Aunt Anne, a stunning beauty who was "captivating" in her youth and still retains her charm, she is clearly at the "extremely beautiful" level.

"Aunt Annie, what's the last name of the person who made the reservation?"

Chu Zihang asked casually, already having a guess in his mind.

"What's your surname? I think it's Su, the same as your mother's. Your family owns a mine, and it's become a large-scale enterprise."

Aunt Annie muttered a few words casually, then shared some gossip with Chu Zihang.

"Hey Zihang, do you know what? I've been a stylist for so many years, and this is the first time I've ever seen someone ask me to go to the gym to style someone's hair. Is the person she wants me to style some kind of fitness fanatic...?"

Chu Zihang covered the microphone with his hand, moved the phone away, and turned to look at Lu Mingfei.

"Is it your turn to go to the gym tonight?"

"Yeah, senior brother, what's wrong?"

Lu Mingfei, who could only hear Chu Zihang speaking, subconsciously nodded and asked in return.

"fine."

Chu Zihang, without any apparent change in expression, brought the phone back to his ear. "Okay, thank you, Aunt Annie. I'll ask him for the time and place, then I'll text you."

After he finished speaking, he immediately hung up the phone and looked at Lu Mingfei.

"Anything is fine as long as it's not during class time!"

Lu Mingfei made the promise very generously.

In the temporary schedule released by the schedule planner, the "Time" column is "Pending"... This means that Lu Mingfei can arbitrarily specify the start time!
"Senior brother, just let Aunt Annie see when she's free, and then she can call me over."

"Okay, I'll ask. I'll tell you when Aunt Annie has time."

Chu Zihang's tone remained unchanged and calm. He was operating his phone, seemingly editing a text message.

Lu Mingfei was suddenly stunned, because [Emotion Perception] had taken effect, and the emotion he sensed from Chu Zihang was—happiness?
It's not surprising that Chu Zihang was happy; although he has an icy, expressionless face, he still experiences emotional fluctuations quite often. It's just...

What's there to be happy about?

Before Lu Mingfei could figure it out, Chu Zihang finished sending the text message and put his phone away.

The high-intensity basketball training resumed, and with his physical strength greatly depleted, Lu Mingfei quickly lost interest in thinking about anything else and became completely immersed in the training.

Besides, something that makes Chu Zihang happy can't be a bad thing... right?

Speaking of bad things—

"By the way, senior brother, have you had any leads on Deadpool's activities lately?"

After finishing basketball practice, showering and changing, Lu Mingfei asked Chu Zihang when they went to have dinner together.

"I have no intention of playing a hero, it's just that I haven't heard anything for the past few days... I feel like something is hanging over my mind."

"No clue."

When this matter was mentioned, Chu Zihang's tone remained unchanged, but the golden-red sunset reflected in his calm eyes suddenly seemed to be shrouded in gloom.

“Since that day, it…they have vanished without a trace. Even the driver who later tried to run you over with a truck couldn’t be found anywhere.”

"So cautious?"

Lu Mingfei gasped, feeling a slight toothache.

"What I fear most are those old turtles who like to hide in the gutter; if you don't succeed the first time, who knows how long they'll lie dormant! Now there's the matter of Xiang Yu's tomb; we still don't know what kind of person that mysterious man from that night was..."

"What if a fight really breaks out, and that thing suddenly peeks out and attacks us from behind?"

"When soldiers come, we will block them; when water comes, we will dam it. That's all there is to it."

Chu Zihang said softly, "That's life for mixed-race people. You never know whether the next moment will bring death or victory."

"so."

He turned his head, looked directly into Lu Mingfei's eyes, and said earnestly.

"Before you are truly armed with your sword and ready to go to the battlefield, you must learn one thing."

As dusk settled over the sky, the backlight cast Chu Zihang's silhouette against Lu Mingfei's gaze, making the golden glimmer in his gentle, deer-like black eyes all the more striking.

"What?"

Lu Mingfei realized that what Chu Zihang was about to say to him was an extremely serious statement.

Because, within his emotional perception, two intertwined emotions were like a surging tide, almost engulfing him.

That was... regret and sorrow.

Chu Zihang patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder, a very rare gesture. The yellow light in his eyes went out; this cold, expressionless, and ruthless senior brother could always calm down in an extremely fast manner, firmly burying everything deep in his heart.

He quickly regained his composure, turned around, gestured for Lu Mingfei to follow, and finally uttered those four words softly yet solemnly.

"Leave no regrets."

No regrets...?

But even without using my emotional perception, I can feel the regret in your words, senior brother.

Was it that thing that looked like the BOSS that day? Was it related to Senior Brother Chu's father?

With all the information connected in his mind, Lu Mingfei jogged a few steps and caught up with Chu Zihang.

"Senior brother! Don't just keep giving me pep talks, there's still a long road ahead."

He patted Chu Zihang's shoulder hard, as if to "get back" at Chu Zihang for patting him earlier.

"When you have something important to do, remember to call your brothers in advance. Otherwise, you're being disloyal."

He said it seriously.

"People who lack loyalty will be criticized behind their backs. No matter where they run, they will be found and criticized."

Chu Zihang paused slightly in his steps.

"Okay." He said.

……

As the last vestiges of twilight were replaced by darkness, Lu Mingfei ran into Su Xiaoqiang at the entrance of the gym.

"You...are waiting for me?"

Lu Mingfei asked with some doubt.

He thought Su Xiaoqiang would deny the question and then look at him with a disdainful look, as if he were looking at trash, and make an "eh" sound.

But what he didn't expect was—

"correct."

Su Xiaoqiang nodded, her bright eyes full of sincerity, without the slightest hint of guilt.

"Are you surprised or surprised?"

"It's more like a shock than a surprise... not a pleasant surprise!"

Lu Mingfei took a step back warily. He had an urge to turn and run... Something was wrong, absolutely wrong!

It feels like something's about to happen. It's not exactly bad, but there's something inexplicably making me nervous…

But turning around and running away was impossible. He had just taken a step back when Su Xiaoqiang took a step forward.

The distance didn't increase at all; instead, the warning message "Warning, electric shock countdown" sounded!
"I can assure you, it's not a shock. In fact, I have a surprise for you."

Su Xiaoqiang smiled smugly, "Do you remember when we first met here, I made a bet with you that if I lost, I would grant you a request you couldn't refuse?"

"...We talked as we walked."

With the threat of electric shock looming, Lu Mingfei had no choice but to pull Su Xiaoqiang forward and ask, somewhat puzzled.

"Yes, but I almost forgot if you hadn't mentioned it... I haven't decided yet, what's wrong?"

As he spoke, he suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "You don't mean to break the contract and void that request, do you?"

"Of course not. Am I that kind of person?"

Su Xiaoqiang shook her head. "On the contrary, starting today, the quantity required will be two, how about that?"

"……what?"

Lu Mingfei stared at her blankly, reached out and touched her forehead, then pressed it against his own, murmuring, "No fever..."

"I was serious!"

Su Xiaoqiang gently tapped him.

Do you want it?

"Yes! How could I possibly refuse such a good thing?" Lu Mingfei agreed subconsciously.

So he could see with his own eyes that Su Xiaoqiang's smile became even more beautiful, and the cunning in that smile was comparable to that of the wicked Su Daji who brought ruin to the country. Finally, he saw that King Zhou had fallen into his trap!
"and many more……"

“Once a word is spoken, it’s hard to chase it back!”

Su Xiaoqiang immediately covered his mouth with her hand, "There's no such thing as a free lunch. If I grant you one more request, then you should grant me one more request, right?"

Lu Mingfei: "???"

"Can you still play like this?"

He asked blankly.

"Of course. This is a fair trade. It's perfectly reasonable for each of us to have one more request!"

Is it...reasonable?

Lu Mingfei felt he was in some kind of trouble. He knew that Su Xiaoqiang's words were just sophistry... but looking at Su Xiaoqiang's smug smile, he couldn't bring himself to say the words of refusal that were on the tip of his tongue.

I suppose... no one would want to see that smile turn into disappointment, right?

"Okay... what's the request?" Lu Mingfei sighed and agreed, "It can't be anything like making me strip naked and run naked in the street..."

"It's very simple."

Su Xiaoqiang completely ignored Lu Mingfei's nasty remarks. After two and a half years of being enemies, she had not only developed "nasty repellency," but had also mastered the skill of using nasty remarks.

At this moment, they finally arrived at the entrance of the VIP private gym. This gym was not on the same floor as the one whose windows had been "blasted" the night before, so it was still usable.

Su Xiaoqiang placed her hands on Lu Mingfei's cheeks.

The touch was somewhat cool, yet soft and delicate. Even though it was just a gentle touch, Lu Mingfei felt as if he were being held in a pair of iron clamps, completely still.

They were in an upward-moving elevator, and there was no one else in this small space.

"You...don't be a pervert..."

Lu Mingfei said weakly.

"No..."

Su Xiaoqiang spoke softly, slowly moving her hands up to remove all the unsightly hair.

"If you want to play around, wait until my requests are fulfilled."

"What do you mean by that?"

Lu Mingfei felt his whole body tighten.

"My request is very simple: just sit there quietly and wait for me to style your hair."

Su Xiaoqiang's eyes sparkled, as if something she had been longing for was finally about to appear before her.

The semi-transparent text appeared in Lu Mingfei's eyes almost simultaneously—

[Temporary schedule has been released]

[Time: January 17th, starting at 7:00 AM]

Objective: To complete the styling design and change the individual's image.

Reward: Upon completion of the plan, your [Fitness] proficiency will increase.

Lu Mingfei stared at the words in front of him.

Is something... not quite right?
Why? Because getting a haircut improves your fitness skills!
So, if a temporary schedule interrupts an ongoing project, the proficiency level will be made up for later?

Thinking back to the last reward distribution...

Want to work out all night in your dreams?

That kind of thing...don't do it!

……

Inside the gym, someone who had arrived early and was waiting was an aunt who looked beautiful when she was young and still retained her charm.

“Ms. Annie, he is…”

Su Xiaoqiang led Lu Mingfei in, and was about to introduce him when she was interrupted.

“Lu Mingfei, right? I know him.”

Aunt Anne smiled and nodded.

“I…I don’t think I’ve told you his name before?” Su Xiaoqiang was taken aback.

"Yes, but Zihang already told me."

Aunt Annie walked over gracefully and looked Lu Mingfei up and down.

"You must be Zihang's friend, right? I'm Aunt Annie. I've watched Zihang grow up since he was little. He was originally going to book a stylist appointment for you, but Miss Su had already made the appointment, so he texted me to cancel it."

"Hello..."

Lu Mingfei was stunned, his mind went completely blank.

Aunt Annie was someone Chu Zihang had mentioned on the phone just a few hours ago, so Lu Mingfei naturally knew about her.

But didn't Senior Brother Chu say that he would "ask and make arrangements when Aunt Annie is free"?
The matter was never mentioned again... Lu Mingfei thought that Chu Zihang had forgotten about it, or that he hadn't had time recently!
But judging from Aunt Annie's current statement, this is definitely impossible. Senior Brother Chu had already arranged everything behind the scenes... He simply told a small lie without making a sound, thus deceiving Lu Mingfei.

"So that's why I sensed my senior brother's happiness back then! I see, I see, so this was all part of your plan all along?"

Lu Mingfei shouted indignantly in his heart.

Now he finally understood. It must be his senior brother's gossipy nature that was secretly causing trouble again. After discovering Su Xiaoqiang's preparations, he silently cooperated and gave him a big surprise!

Aunt Annie wasn't in a hurry; her gaze simply lingered on Lu Mingfei's face... almost a stare.

The four of them, the "Auntie Besties Group," love nothing more than gossiping.

It's hard to say whether Chu Zihang's gossipy nature stems from the influence of these people during his upbringing; after all, one is influenced by one's company...

In short, the topic of Lu Mingfei has been a hot topic of conversation among them lately.

Because Aunt Shanshan shared the explosive gossip that "my female student has a crush on my male student but has two rivals and is completely crushed by them" almost immediately.

They hadn't seen the photos of the man and three women, but they knew that Liu Miaomiao was a beautiful young woman with excellent qualities in every aspect.

As for Lu Mingfei, according to Aunt Shanshan and Su Xiaoyan's descriptions, the image constructed in the minds of Aunt Annie and Aunt EB is that of a musical genius, who speaks in a humorous and interesting way, is very polite and has clear and clean eyes... plus an ordinary appearance.

How could such a boy be simultaneously pursued by three girls who would be less than "excellent"?
The root cause of this is certainly something worth exploring.

Despite discussing it for so long, they still couldn't come to a definitive conclusion.

But now, Aunt Anne finally understood... it wasn't that their discussion was on the wrong track, but rather—the intelligence was wrong!
"One is Xiaoyan, and the other is Shanshan."

She sighed softly, thinking to herself, "Completely blind..."

"Start?"

Aunt Anne asked.

"Start? Start what, a haircut?"

Lu Mingfei asked, looking around with a slightly strange expression, "The equipment here is unlikely to be used for hairdressing..."

"Of course not. Originally, I came here today to see what you look like in person and design a hairstyle for you. When you have time, you can come to my shop, where there are many professional tools... but now, it's not necessary."

Aunt Anne opened her bag and took out a pair of gleaming silver hair scissors.

"Given your situation, this pair of scissors is enough."

"Is it... beyond saving, so I can just cut it however I want?"

Lu Mingfei had a long face.

Aunt Anne was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "You do have a very interesting story to tell... No, I just... can't wait."

She proved her "impatient" attitude with her actions.

Without taking any hair collection or isolation measures, Aunt Anne came up, said "Close your eyes," and then ruthlessly cut her hair!

It was a pair of Samurai hair scissors, a top-of-the-line custom model, the Tenchi Muso, made of Takefu Special Steel's VG-10 alloy steel. Each pair was worth over $2500 and was hailed as the "Rolls-Royce of scissors."

Brand name: Samurai; Model name: Peerless Warrior!
With its extreme sharpness and hardness, the opening and closing of the scissors is like a real samurai wielding a weapon forged through countless hammer blows. The hard and messy hair is cut off with a single stroke with almost no resistance!

Lu Mingfei, who had already closed his eyes, felt a coolness on his forehead and heard Aunt Annie, who was standing in front of him, let out a comfortable sigh and murmur, "That feels good."

The relief in his tone wasn't like someone had just had their hair cut... rather, it was as if a samurai had successfully broken a seal and released something.

“Come on, keep your eyes closed. Miss Su, take his hand and follow me… yes… sit here.”

After the knife was cut, Aunt Anne was finally less anxious... but only "less anxious".

She had Su Xiaoqiang lead him to a mirror on a wall, where they sat on an exercise bench, and then continued working on it without saying a word.

First came a few sweeping, powerful cuts, and Lu Mingfei almost felt the weight of his head lighten. He could feel a faint chill emanating from various parts of his head.

"Have you always had this hairstyle?"

Aunt Anne asked.

“Yes, yes,” Lu Mingfei answered with his eyes closed.

"To put it bluntly, the guy who cut your hair..."

Aunt Anne brought the knife down hard, "Damn it!"

"It can't be that bad, he's just an old man with presbyopia."

Lu Mingfei said weakly, "Although he did recently pass away..."

This somewhat hellish conversation left the air silent for a moment. After a while, with the sentiment that "death is the greatest tragedy," Aunt Anne finally spoke in a low voice.

"I was just emotional for a moment... You probably have no idea how much you've missed out on before."

"How much...what did you miss?" Lu Mingfei was completely confused.

"You don't know, do you? That's good... Even if you buried the He Shi Bi in cement, no one would know!"

Aunt Anne said angrily, "You're not allowed to open your eyes!"

"I'm keeping it closed, I'm keeping it closed..."

Lu Mingfei was almost startled, completely baffled as to where Aunt Annie's fiery temper came from.

"Trust me, you won't regret it."

Aunt Anne's voice softened again, and the way she opened and closed the scissors also became gentle and delicate.

It has already entered the final shaping stage.

There was another moment of silence.

"Hey Su Xiaoqiang, where are you?"

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but ask, feeling somewhat uncomfortable and subconsciously uneasy about the complete darkness before his eyes.

"I'm here."

A slightly warm hand was placed on his right hand; it was extremely soft and tender, almost boneless.

Lu Mingfei subconsciously grabbed it back, finally feeling a little more at ease... However, he suddenly heard Su Xiaoqiang's breathing become noticeably heavier for a moment.

"Did my scratch... hurt you?"

Lu Mingfei asked in a low voice, subconsciously wanting to let go of her hand.

"No, no..."

Su Xiaoqiang's voice also became softer for some reason, but she turned around and held his hand tightly.

Lu Mingfei's heart suddenly stopped beating...

"Ha~"

Aunt Annie chuckled softly.

Lu Mingfei subconsciously loosened his clasped hands, only then realizing that there were other people around!

It's understandable that you might forget something you can't see... but what's wrong with Su Xiaoqiang?

"It's alright, it's nothing."

Aunt Anne comforted her, speaking in a tone that suggested she was used to it.

"If I were twenty years younger, I would probably do the same, maybe even more so than her."

"Couldn't help it... what?"

Lu Mingfei was about to lose it; he felt like he had encountered a riddle master!
"Don't worry, it'll be ready soon, child..."

Aunt Anne spoke somewhat weakly, then made a few final cuts, fiddled with his hair, looked around, and then stepped back.

"Don't open his eyes yet... Miss Su, come here. Help him brush away the stray hairs from his face. I'm already an old auntie, only young people like you can do this kind of work."

What's going on with this worker directing the boss who paid him? And doing so as if it's perfectly natural!

Lu Mingfei thought to himself.

But the next second, he felt a soft touch on his cheek again.

Those were Su Xiaoqiang's hands, still soft and boneless... but the temperature had changed, becoming even somewhat hot.

Can a girl's hands get this hot?
He was thinking about all sorts of random things, but something was unconsciously on his mind.

Even the slowest person could vaguely sense, or rather, guess, the reason for such a solemn act.

but……

He was hesitant to believe that there was even a tiny chance that such an outrageous guess might be true.

The fine, slightly itchy strands of hair were gently and warmly peeled from his face by those fingers, one by one, as if handling a rare treasure, for fear of accidentally destroying it.

Lu Mingfei never imagined that someone as proud as Xiao Tiannv would do such a thing... It was trivial, troublesome, and seemingly a waste of time.

But she did it anyway, all for her own sake.

Finally, this long process, which only grew more anticipated with the passage of time, came to an end.

Su Xiaoqiang covered Lu Mingfei's eyes.

Silence gradually fell around them; a simple but significant event was about to occur.

"do you remember?"

Su Xiaoqiang's voice came softly.

"The second thing I'm going to say to you today, the last four words."

Lu Mingfei thought for a moment, feeling that his memory was a bit too good to be true, he actually remembered it: "Uh...surprising, isn't it?"

Then, the darkness that had enveloped his eyes was withdrawn.

Like a seal being broken.

What came into Lu Mingfei's view... was a person.

A boy sitting on a gym bench.

He possessed an appearance that could not be accurately described in ordinary words.

The image is roughly that of a face with the unique clarity and purity of youth. The skin is not porcelain white, but a soft ivory color, delicate and flawless. The features are exquisite and harmonious, with a hint of innocence and fragility in the eyes and brows.

It's as simple as a falling cherry blossom.

But every single detail of this "cherry blossom" is perfect!
Nothing in this world is perfect; there will always be some flaw. Truly perfect things probably only exist in the creations of gods in legends.

But when you see this face, this person, you can only sigh and say – God, why do you favor this one person?
"This is……"

Lu Mingfei raised his hand in a daze.

In the mirror, the "favored one" opposite him also raised his hand, as if imitating his action, and gently touched his face.

"I?"

A clear, soft touch came through, accompanied by Su Xiaoqiang deliberately stepping out of the mirror's range, her voice carrying a touch of playful teasing.

"Are you surprised?"

(End of this chapter)