Gentle studied it very seriously, thinking back, wondering if I really had such a hairpin.
But after studying for a night, I didn't remember where I had seen the hairpin brought by the manager-
It's strange.
The manager clearly said that the hairpin was hers.
What’s strange is that no matter what Wenrou thinks, her head is almost broken, and she can’t remember when she has ever had such a hairpin.
Logically speaking, she could not forget such a valuable thing.
But she just couldn't remember anything.
I don't have any familiarity with the hairpin either.
Could it be... she was thinking too much?
Didn’t you really let me know the day you manage?
It's impossible.
If you really miss it, how could you be so panicked?
Wenrou saw cold sweat on the manager's forehead at that time.
This shows that the manager is really lying.
This hairpin is not made immediately-
Taking care of the manager's reaction, it is speculated that the hairpin should have been hers.
But Wenrou couldn't remember when she bought such a hairpin.
Damn it!
What's going on?
Gentle hands grab hair.
I'm irritated.
"Miss Second Miss wants to become a sworn monk?" Dongfang Aoshi's low and nice voice sounded in his ears.
Gentle and raised his head.
Dongfang Aoshi came in at some point and stood in front of him.
He was covered in black and had a dragon-shaped jade pendant symbolizing his identity on his waist.
With the backlight, the facial features appear deeper, as if they were carved.
Gentle calmed down, his expression was a little unnatural, "What does it mean?"
Dongfang Aoshi sat down, curled her black hair with her slender fingers, and repeatedly wrapped around her, playing with her, "Don't Miss Second Want to pull her hair out and become a sworn monk?"
What to become a sworn monk?
Is he cursing himself into becoming bald?
Gentle and sunken his face, "I'm thinking about things."
"What do you think so seriously?" Dongfang Aoshi looked at her, and the light in his eyes flowed.
"This is my business, there is no need to tell you." Wenrou grabbed her hair back.
He also glared at Dongfang Aoshi viciously—
The action of playing with hair is too intimate. In the gentle impression, only couples will do this.
She and Dongfang Aoshi have nothing to do with each other!
Without forcefully demanding gentle acceptance of any of his actions as usual, Dongfang Aoshi curled his lips and stopped.
Gentle frowned: Dongfang Aoshi was not forced or angry?
Too abnormal!
At this time, shouldn’t Dongfang Aoshi forcefully force her against all kinds of persecution?
how……
"Everything is ready?" Dongfang Aoshi's black eyes swept lightly.
The manager stepped forward respectfully, "Please wait, your subordinates tied up their hair for the princess, and you can set off."
As he said that, he had to move.
Dongfang Aoshi waves
The manager handed the comb to Dongfang Aoshi and brought a chair over.