Inside the quiet room, the air seemed frozen.
Yuanshi tried using his fingers as a comb, pressing down the few unruly strands of hair.
The moment his fingertips moved away, they sprang playfully back into place.
Having absorbed the clear, moist aura from his fingertips, they even appeared more lustrous, sticking up with even greater righteous confidence.
Yuanshi: "..."
This hair... was remarkably resilient.
Naturally, he possessed countless Divine Abilities that could make it lie flat in an instant; even reshaping one's root bone would not be difficult.
But when faced with this young child's soft, fine hair, such methods seemed far too rough and were by no means his first choice.
Just as he was pondering,
a head suddenly poked in through the door of the quiet room, followed by Tongtian's suppressed laughter and low yet perfectly clear voice:
"Pfft. Second Brother!
What strange new hairstyle are you giving our Little Miao Miao?
Those... those two little buns are tied... tsk, tsk.
They look like two startled little Spirit Sparrows tied to her head.
They're pulled so tight—aren't you afraid of hurting the little one?"
Tongtian had somehow slipped over, his bright eyes full of mischief.
Yuanshi's movements paused, but he did not even raise his eyelids.
The already cool aura around him grew several degrees colder.
He completely ignored Tongtian's teasing and carefully examined the two tiny hair buns he had just tied.
Indeed, afraid they would come loose,
he had unconsciously used a little too much force while tying them.
The two little buns thus looked especially taut and firm,
standing on either side of Su Miao's head. Paired with her dazed little face,
they did seem somewhat... overly solemn and prim.
Clear Radiance flowed almost imperceptibly over his fingertips again as he extremely carefully loosened the