He put the hair to his nose and smelled it gently. The faint fragrance of hair slowly escaped from the tip of his nose to the bottom of his heart. It was a warm smell.
For Nuannuan, he was familiar with every expression on her face, even her various smiles.
When he is shy, he will slightly purse his lips and smile; when he is happy, he will show his two cute little tiger teeth first.
Nuan Nuan's various images overlapped in his mind, and he couldn't find any flaws, but the uneasiness in his heart surged repeatedly.
Thinking of it, he clenched his fists and frowned. Suddenly, he felt a heat in his palms.
Looking down, he saw a red lotus flower rising like light smoke in the palm of his hand.
The hair was surrounded by red lotus flowers, gently bent, then straightened slightly, and pulled out from the middle like a stamen.
It was so natural, as if it was born from the red lotus in his hand.
The confusion in his eyes became more intense, and he murmured: "This is Nuan Nuan's hair. Only things on Nuan Nuan's body will be attracted to the red lotus."