"Don't move," Mo Liancheng approached, gently arranging her hair for a moment, "There are some grass clippings in your hair. Sit down, I'll help you comb it out."
"..." She was at a loss for words.
Following his guidance, she sat down on the root beside the tree.
He also sat down behind her, and from nowhere in particular, a wooden comb appeared in his bare hands. He untied her hair ribbon and was slowly combing through it, with gentle and careful motions, as if afraid of hurting her.
She felt embarrassed, remembering how wild and demanding he had been the night before.
It truly seemed like he was two different people...
"My lord."
"Hmm?"
"You have a very unique personality."
"..." His movements paused for a moment before continuing, as he asked in a light voice, "Unique in what way?"
"It's to extremes. For example, right now, how gentle and meticulous you are. Heh, but then, you... cough cough, sometimes you are decisive and cold, like a Heavenly God."
