Ji Wushuang felt his hands trembling.
This was truly too difficult for him.
He wanted to gather Bibi Dong's loose hair, and his fingertips had just touched the ends.
Bibi Dong's shoulders trembled slightly, and the tips of her ears turned red.
Ji Wushuang knew he had no talent for braiding hair, so he simply tied Bibi Dong's hair into a high ponytail. The hand holding the Phoenix Golden Hairpin trembled slightly, and it took him three tries before he managed to insert it securely into her hair.
Bibi Dong watched the entire process and found it amusing.
When she saw Ji Wushuang wearing a confident smile, as though admiring his "masterpiece," she said, "Your Sword Formation has so many variations, and your sword techniques are endless. How can you not know how to braid hair?"
"How would I know if I've never learned?" Ji Wushuang jostled his handiwork and smiled. "Isn't this good? There's no need for all those fancy frills. It's a minimalist style."
Bibi Dong rose to her feet and admired herself in the mirror. Her graceful figure continuously drew Ji Wushuang's gaze.
Bibi Dong keenly noticed it and saw it clearly through the mirror. Her mouth suddenly went dry, and unable to bear it any longer, she said:
"Go out first. Let me be alone for a while."
"Someone has been waiting outside for a long time. Go deal with it."
Ji Wushuang gave a light cough and awkwardly withdrew his gaze.
"Then I'll head out first."
Bibi Dong nodded lightly.
Only after Ji Wushuang left did she feel that sensation of "dry mouth and unbearable itchiness" gradually fade away.
She did not understand what was wrong with her. Could her period have come early?
Outside the hall.
Hu Liena pressed her ear close, listening to