It felt as if she could finally breathe when Feng An Yu stepped back,
Ning Wei lowered her head, worried that Feng An Yu would notice her reddened cheek. "Oh… Thank you, Brother Feng. I didn't know how that got on my hair."
She was waiting for Feng An Yu outside. Just now, the wind was blowing. Perhaps that was when the leaf fell on her hair.
Ning Wei wanted to brush her hair with her fingers. However, her movement was too slow as Feng An Yu made his move first.
Feng An Yu took the advantage to pat Ning Wei's hair again, under the pretense of dusting off any dirt. His hand only stayed briefly before he pulled it away, worrying that Ning Wei might suspect something.
Feng An Yu pursed his lips while thinking that Ning Wei's hair was indeed softer than Zhang Yu Han's.
