Until he retrieved his arm holding the shampoo, Shi Su remained stiffly standing straight, her gaze falling on the shampoo in his hand. All words were relying on brain instinct: "Yes, that's it..."
Jing Jihan's dark eyes focused on her, noticing her effort to keep a calm face though her ears had quietly turned red, his indifferent tone carried a subtle playfulness: "How much do you need?"
Shi Su was surprised: "You don't know how to use shampoo, do you?"
Jing Jihan replied calmly: "Is the amount of your hair and my hair the same?"
It was only because of his words that Shi Su finally lifted her gaze which she had been avoiding, her eyes glancing at the man's neat black short hair. Inevitably, her gaze swept over his eyes but quickly averted, staring straight ahead—at the fabric on his chest.
Indeed, her hair was almost waist-length because she hadn't cut it for a long time due to filming period dramas.
