Hua Jinyan spread his hand in front of Little Taotie: "Do you like it now?"
Little Taotie's head shook like a rattle: "Still don't like it. If it could turn pink or gold, I'd put it in my hair like it's dyed."
The dry twig seemed helpless, twisted its body, and drooped.
"Should I put it in my hair?" Hua Jinyan asked with a smile.
Little Taotie looked at him, then at the hair-like thing that the dry twig turned into, and asked back: "What's the difference? They're both black."
Hua Jinyan laughed: "Higher concealment."
"Pink can be hidden in hair too." She hummed unhappily.
Hua Jinyan placed the 'hair strand' on his head, and the next second, it blended perfectly into his hair, making it indistinguishable from the real hair.
Little Taotie leaned forward, fiddling with Hua Jinyan's hair, trying to find the fake strand.
But after searching for a long time, she couldn't find it.
