"Ah..." Lian Qingyang lowered his head, allowing Tang Yue to pluck more easily.
Tang Yue fiddled with Lian Qingyang's hair for a bit, pulling a strand here and a strand there, then placed them on a tissue nearby. Seven or eight short hairs lay on the white tissue. Lian Qingyang leaned closer, looking at them for a while but didn't see anything wrong with the hair. He asked, "Sister Xiao Yue, where is this hair brittle?"
They seemed quite black, indeed.
"Xiao Yang, make sure to nourish your hair regularly. Last time, I bought a few bottles of shampoo. You can take one back with you." Tang Yue skillfully changed the topic.
Si Yu stood up and said, "Come on, I'll get it for you."
"Alright."
Lian Qingyang also stood up and, before leaving, remembered to say, "Thank you, Sister Xiao Yue."
"You're welcome." Tang Yue watched his back and smiled, her gaze falling on the seven or eight strands of hair on the white tissue, which she carefully wrapped up.
After a while, Si Yu returned.
