Lu Zhaozhao's hand suddenly paused, her eyebrows slightly furrowed as if something suddenly blocked her chest.
Hair ties, originally meant for tying hair and nothing more, had somehow evolved into a little prop for asserting dominance.
She had always believed that Song Sinian, like in her previous life, was a workaholic with no women by his side.
But now she wondered... maybe she simply didn't know.
Song Sinian only seemed cold on the outside, but in reality, he was gentle and considerate, truly a cool-faced angel.
What woman wouldn't like that?
She gently put the bracelet on Song Sinian, but couldn't help glancing again at the hair tie.
Suddenly, her mind flashed with a fragment related to the hair tie before her.
Just as she tried to see it clearly, the hair tie transformed into a gruesome face, and Lu Zhaozhao felt her whole head was about to split open.
Painfully, she held her head, not knowing why she felt she had forgotten something very important...