Mei nodded and said,
"Exactly. Like, touching a girl's thigh is fine, but touching her hair is not. Because hair will get messy hair is a girl's life."
She raised a finger.
"Those classic 'stroking a girl's hair gently' moves might look romantic, but in reality, girls are just silently enduring it. You just washed your hair, it's all smooth and neat, and then someone messes it up so annoying you could die."
Otis started doing a self-check, trying to remember if he'd ever casually patted Mei on the head before.
"I don't think I've ever done that to you."
Mei snorted.
"How could you not have? When you were dating me, you did it plenty of times. I just… forgave you back then. See? Even that I could tolerate. Tell me, wasn't I good to you?"
Otis looked a little embarrassed.
So he had done it. Probably more than once. No wonder he recalled her mumbling something back then, though he never understood what she was grumbling about.
