"I'll be done soon!"
Though she said that, her movements were clumsy. Tong Xi felt deflated and slammed the comb onto the table.
Just then, she heard the door being pushed open, and footsteps approaching.
Soon after, Yunqing quickly walked to stand behind Tong Xi.
"What's the matter, who are you angry with, huh?"
Tong Xi didn't respond, just frowned, but saw Yunqing's handsome and charming face in the mirror.
He chuckled softly, lifting strands of her hair.
"Geez, you can't even comb your hair, really quite hopeless!"
Yunqing's voice was laced with amusement, making Tong Xi even more embarrassed.
"Mind your own business!"
Tong Xi was annoyed. This guy always mocked her. Was it really that fun?
But the next second, Yunqing picked up the wooden comb she had thrown on the table.
Tong Xi was startled, "What are you doing with the comb?"
Yunqing grinned, "Well, of course, to comb my wife's hair!"
Another use of "wife", and Tong Xi's face heated up even more.
