"What?"
Su Qiao did not understand what he meant.
"It means doing whatever you want."
Su Qiao nodded. "Of course you can."
"Look at me. I say whatever I want and do whatever I want. Don't I live a very carefree, uninhibited life?"
"Mm. There's a special kind of free-spiritedness about you. I've always admired it, actually. I just didn't dare be like you before."
Perhaps because his back was facing Su Qiao, Han Feng was bolder now and no longer stammered nervously.
"Then you won't need to envy me anymore. Following me means living freely and comfortably."
Han Feng's dark eyes shone brilliantly. He said seriously and firmly, "All right. I'll follow you."
The corners of Su Qiao's mouth lifted almost imperceptibly.
He's finally on the right track.
"That's more like it. Follow me, and you'll have meat to eat."
"I'm a man. I..." Han Feng had wanted to say, I'm a man. I should be the one taking care of you.
Unexpectedly, his scalp tightened as Su Qiao tugged at a lock of his hair.
He immediately changed his words sensibly. "Mm. For the sake of eating meat, I'll follow you too."
After giving him a simple crew cut, Su Qiao walked around to the front and examined him carefully. Satisfied, she nodded. "You look much better this way."
It was unclear whether the "much better" she mentioned referred to his crew-cut appearance or to the fact that he was no longer as timid and hesitant as before.
Han Feng did not dare ask. Somewhat unaccustomed to it, he reached up to scratch his head, only to grab empty air.
Only then did he remember that his hair had already been cut off.
"Do you really think I look good like this?"
Su Qiao put away the knife