Who said that was what I meant?
Shi Jihan's ears turned red as he said seriously, "Zhou Jingcheng, you shameless bastard."
Zhou Jingcheng shrugged and drawled, "Fine. Someone as shameless as me would definitely keep all these little cakes to himself and not share a single one."
Shi Jihan:?
"But then again," he hurriedly tried to salvage things, "shameless people weigh less, which makes you look tall and skinny, like a scrawny dog."
Zhou Jingcheng smiled.
Who was he calling a scrawny dog?
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Shi Jihan was forcibly dragged off to have his hair dried. At first, he had been reluctant to part with his little cakes, but Master Zhou's skills were simply too good—light and gentle. Zhou Jingcheng's fingertips softly combed through his hair as warm air blew from the roots to the ends.
"Too hot?" Zhou Jingcheng asked quietly, the pads of his fingers occasionally brushing the skin at the back of his neck.
Shi Jihan suppressed the faint shiver and shook his head.
Zhou Jingcheng hooked a finger around one of his little brown curls. "Your roots need touching up."
Shi Jihan thought so too. "But I don't want to dye it brown again. It's too ordinary. What do you think about pink? Green? Blue? Or would platinum blond look better?"
With every color he named, a matching image appeared in Zhou Jingcheng's mind, all in cartoon form. It was like opening blind boxes, with colorful little heads poking out of cardboard boxes one after another.
"Dye it red," he suggested.
Shi Jihan was surprised. "I couldn't tell. You actually like such a bold color?"
"It's not that I like it," Zhou Jingcheng said. "Once you dye it, you can stand on the street and function as a traffic light, effectively