By the time Bai Ruozhu returned to Linjiang Residence, her second brother was not back yet. She heaved a sigh of relief, afraid of being caught by him without a way to explain herself.
After saying goodbye to Jiang Yichun, Bai Ruozhu took Dengdeng back to her room. Her hair was not completely dry yet, and she thought about loosening it for drying. But thinking of Yichun's tenderness when he had styled her hair, she halted her hand at her ear. She did not have the heart to break apart the hairstyle he had created.
When Yichun had styled her hair, he had stood in front of her, and she could feel the warm breath from his nose on top of her head. Her smooth forehead and his chin seemed to be stuck together in an ambiguous manner.
The feeling was so charming. It was also very ambiguous.