Perhaps as if he knew what he was thinking, Song Qing opened his mouth to explain.

"Hair band, didn't you give me a hair band that time? Cough, courtesy is still exchanged, I saw this yesterday when I went shopping, and I felt that it suited you very well, so I bought it. ”

"Anyway, this is for you, you can see if you like it or not."

I feel so nervous.

Is this what it's like to give a gift to someone you like? She finally got it.

Zhao Cheng was a little stunned, looking down at the box on the table, and for a while he couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in at the moment.

"I'll open it for you."

Seeing that he didn't react, Song Qing reached out and opened the box.

Reach for the corner of the handkerchief and lift it open, and take out the headband from it.

The neatly folded headband spread out and poured down from between her fingers, soft white and silky, and the retro totem on the headband was elegant.

"Here you go." Song said lightly and leaned in front of him.

Reach out and take it.

Looking down at the silver-white headband in his hand, his fingers gently ran over it. He didn't speak, just raised his head slightly to look at Song Qing.

Although he just sat there and didn't say anything, Song Qing could feel that powerful gaze kept falling on her.

What are you doing with her?

Whether you like it or not, it's a word!

This breath made her feel very stressed.

Just when Song Qing was a little nervous, Zhao Cheng handed the hairband in his hand to Song Qing.

Looking at the headband sent to him, Song Qing's first reaction was that he didn't like it.

"You ......"

Don't like it?

When the words came to his lips, Song Qing actually felt uncomfortable as if he was stuck in the master. This is the first time she has given a gift to a man so seriously.

But before she was sad, she heard Zhao Cheng say, "Tie it for me." ”

Song Qing's eyes lit up when he heard this, "Hey, do you want me to tie your hair?" ”

Zhao Cheng raised his eyebrows, glanced at her coldly, and nodded in response.

"Hmm."

“……”

Song Qing really didn't know what to say, and the complicated mood was indescribable.

At this moment, Song Qing could feel that his face was slightly hot. She reached for the headband and walked around the bookcase to him.

He glanced up at the man sitting upright.

"I'll tie your hair."

For the third master's hair, Song Qing was very envious, this hair was soft and black, just like silk.

When his fingers touched his hair, Song Qing couldn't help but feel a little nervous. However, seeing that he didn't have any resistance, Song Qing also relaxed and began to tie his hair.

"You've got so nice hair."

"Third master, you can go to shampoo commercials."

You may not believe it, but I actually touched the big guy's hair. What if this is put in the modern era? That's something you can't even think of.

Next, Song simply scooped up the third master's hair? Tie it at the back of your head with a headband. Silver-white headband retro totem? Falling between the black hair, it matches his cold temperament very well.

"Well, this headband is a good fit for you. So? Are you busy first? Don't bother you anymore. ”

Obviously, it has been disturbed.

The gaze fell on Song Qing's hair? After Zhao Cheng frowned slightly, he reached out and clasped her waist and hugged her to the bookcase and sat down.

"Huh!"

"?"

Zhao Cheng stood up and looked condescendingly at the person sitting in front of him.

Don't ask, it's just that Song Qing is a little confused now. Seeing the third master stretch out his hand to pick up her hair? Song Qing's brain was a little dizzy.

At this moment, Song Qing's mind flashed some of the comics he had read before.

Study, desk, kiss, hug and pop...... The hand subconsciously pressed against the third master's chest, and Song Qing stopped talking with a face.

"No, no."

"Dry your hair."

Song was stunned.

"What?"

As soon as Song Qing's voice fell, he saw the third master raise his hand and put it above her head.

Hot air? Song Qing could feel the heat on his head where his palm passed, which was caused by the rapid evaporation of water vapor from his hair.

Now Song Qing understands.

The third master is using internal force to dry her hair.

Shame on you!

What the hell was she thinking? At this moment, Song Qing had the urge to raise his hand to cover his face.

Seeing that his hair became dry and soft under his hands, Song Qing couldn't help but sigh? I didn't expect that the third master's internal force could still be used as a hair dryer for her.

"Alright."

As he spoke, Zhao Cheng withdrew his internal strength.

Song Qing reached out and touched his hair? Dry and soft and warm.

Stretched out his hand and grabbed the sleeve of the person in front of him, and Song Qing said thank you? "That, thank you."

"Hmm."

Zhao Cheng answered and sat back in his position? Then he reached out and carried Song to the ground.

That's right? It's carryed.

"Then I'll go out first."

Song said lightly and gestured with his fingers out.

As soon as he stepped out, the collar was pulled.

"Come here."

"What for?"

"Your handwriting is ugly."

Song Qing was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but glance at him? "It's good to know, huh, don't I lose face when I say it?"

“……”

Zhao Cheng ignored her noise, reached out and pulled the person in front of him, letting him sit on his lap

Song Qing had an extra brush in his hand, and new paper was laid on the table in front of him.

The deep voice of the third master sounded in his ears.

"I'll teach you."

Next, the third master taught Song to write lightly very seriously, stroke by stroke, heavy or light.

Surrounded by him in his arms, feeling the powerful aura on his body, Song Qing felt that his brain was a little knotted at this moment. She is sitting on the third master's lap, it feels so unreal.

Time passed slowly, and after Song Qing stayed in his arms for some time, he couldn't sit still.

"Third master, let go of your hand a little."

"Third master, I'm a little hot, or I'll sit next to you and practice calligraphy."

"Third master, you, you're too close to me."

"Third Master."

"Be quiet, and I'll throw you out if you make any more noise."

"Huh, you're so fierce."

"Heh......"

……

In the evening, Xuan Qi sent a set of cumbersome clothes and jewelry, saying that he wanted to wear them when he entered the palace.

After Song Qing, who was neatly dressed, walked out of the room, he saw a slender figure standing under the holly tree at a glance.

Dressed in black and black-haired, with a slender and straight figure, a cold appearance, a serious and cold body, exuding an atmosphere that no one can approach.

Compared with the first meeting, the third master at this time was a little colder, but the gloomy aura on his body was no longer as strong as there.

Seeing Song Qing walk out, Zhao Cheng turned his head slightly and his gaze fell on her.

Dressed in white, the clothes are embroidered with light red plums. On his head he wears a jade crown of hair, which is shaped like a curved vine, which is very delicate and beautiful, and the butterflies on it are even more lifelike.

Seeing him look at himself, Song Qing asked embarrassedly.

"Does it look good like this?"

"Hmm."

Zhao Cheng nodded in response, retracted his gaze, and then turned around and walked towards the outside of the courtyard.

"Keep up."

"Got it.".

Following behind the third master, the two walked out of Dongqingyuan one after the other.