"What?" the little girl pouted and said unhappily, as if she thought he was going to go back on his word.
"Are you stupid? Of course it's to put it on you."
The man poked her forehead in amusement. He then took the whistle and carefully put it around her neck.
"Alright~"
The little girl nodded slightly and lowered her eyes.
The man's slender fingers brushed her neck, and the small whistle stood out between her exquisite collarbones. The bright color accentuated her fair skin.
Ling Chuan stroked the girl's long, soft hair and stared blankly for some reason.
"What's wrong?"
Lu An was a little puzzled as she looked at him with black eyes.
"No." Ling Chuan laughed involuntarily and said, "Has your hair grown longer?"
"Huh? W- do I need to cut it?"
The little girl had a serious expression on her face. As she spoke, she even reached up to touch her hair.