Pushing open the door, as expected, Chu Liangxia saw Feng Ziheng standing at the entrance.
She had just finished showering, her hair still slightly wet, and she was wearing a white bathrobe.
Due to the difference in height, she had to tilt her head back to see Feng Ziheng's face.
But this time when she looked up, her gaze landed on Feng Ziheng's hair, her eyes flitting around, seemingly lost in thought.
"What's the matter?"
Feng Ziheng's expression showed a hint of bemusement.
"What if I went for a short haircut?" Chu Liangxia, holding a box in one hand, gestured with the other, "Just to here, at the neckline."
Feng Ziheng looked at her, and taking the box from her, pictured the haircut she described and nodded, "That could work."
"Then I'll go for it tomorrow." A smile spread from the depths of Chu Liangxia's eyes.
However, to Feng Ziheng, for some reason, it felt a bit alien.
After a moment, Feng Ziheng responded, "Okay."