Fu Yisi still frowned.
Although it was a long-sleeved shirt and pants, and an outfit so simple it couldn't be simpler, Fu Yisi still felt he was dressed too prettily and young.
So pretty and young that he himself felt as though he was much older than Ji Sang.
The man walked forward, standing behind Ji Sang, with their reflections appearing together in the mirror.
Standing so close, that sense of an age difference seemed even more pronounced.
Fu Yisi's lips were pressed tightly together as he reached up and pulled off the hair tie from Ji Sang's head. In an instant, her chestnut-colored hair cascaded down.
Ji Sang: ….
"What are you doing, Fu Yisi?"
This was the hair tie she had just managed to secure after much effort. A high ponytail, being the simplest style, is often the hardest to get right, and it would already be great if it was satisfactory once out of ten tries. Today she was quite content with it after tying it just twice, and now... Fu Yisi had pulled it out?
