Ning Zhi didn't hesitate, and directly gave him the comb in his hand: "Then trouble you." ”

Since she knew that she was not the prince of dogs, she had already treated him as a little friend.

Song Shenbai took the comb and came to the back of her head, with a smile on the corner of his thin lips: "You're welcome, just tie your hair, it's not troublesome." ”

His comb fell between the little girl's hair, and he held the comb in one hand and her head in the other.

The dark children's hair, incredibly soft, is better than the Jiangdu brocade given by the emperor.

Song Shenbai put down the comb after combing it, and her little hands were cold and white like jade shuttling between her hair, and then she thought: "Zhizhi, I can only braid twist braids." ”

He stopped, his face slightly embarrassed, as if he was afraid that he would disappoint her.

He could see that she seemed to be trying to tie the bud just now.

But he wouldn't pierce that.

"It's okay." Ning Zhi turned his head sideways, raised his white and tender chin towards him, and smiled brightly: "The twist braids are also very good." ”

Her own skills are so good, so naturally she won't ask others to prick a flower for her.

Seeing that she didn't mind, Song Shenbai was relieved, picked up her hair again, and skillfully wrapped his fingers around her hair, showing the twist little by little.

Ning Zhi lowered her eyebrows, and her white and tender little hands stroked the left braid that had been braided: "You are really good-looking." ”

The twist on the braids is extremely well-proportioned, as if each strand of hair has been carefully calculated to present this delicate effect.

Ning Zhi touched it again, and smiled at him with bright eyes.

"I used to weave three strands of straw rope, and I practiced it around that time." Song Shenbai continued to braid the right side, and as soon as he looked down, he saw her happily curling red lips, and he felt unexplained joy in his heart: "In short, it's good if you like it." ”

He took out a new head rope and tied it in a braid for Ning Zhi.

"Where did you buy this headline, it's beautiful." Ning Zhi had already noticed this hair tie, and her white fingers pinched it gently.

The hair rope is a pink leather band decorated with white shells and small snails, which make a light sound when it is slightly shaken, like a conch blown by the wind.

Song Shenbai wrapped her braid for her and said, "I made it myself." ”

Ning Zhi pinched the fingers of the shell and paused, as if he didn't expect: "Then did you make it specifically for me?" ”

Her clear eyes were tilted up, as if to confirm something.

Song Shenbai didn't look at her, his fingertips rubbed her hair, and replied with a smile: "It's just that I did it casually when I was idle." ”

"Is that for me?" Ning Zhi pointed his elbow on the table, propped his chin and continued to ask, but he had to get an accurate answer.

Song Shenbai met her inquiring gaze, and finally admitted: "...... Be. ”

I guessed it a long time ago, but when he said it, Ning Zhi still had an indescribable emotion in his throat.

Her eyes were lowered and her gaze fell on the hairband again.

"Song Shenbai, do you like me?" Ning Zhi suddenly curled her lips and tilted her head, her bright eyes were full of cunning, containing the meaning of a cat teasing a mouse.

Song Shenbai didn't expect her to ask such a question, she was stunned for a while, her eyes were deep, and she didn't speak for a long time.

Ning Zhi didn't get an answer for a long time, and couldn't help but look up at his face, seeing that he was thinking seriously, the little girl couldn't help but let out a crisp laugh.

This laughter, carrying the mist of early summer, fell on Song Shenbai's ears like a gently shaking silver bell.