Song Tingfan sat shyly on the doorstep, his hands nervously fiddling together.
His hair wasn't too tangled, so Lin Qiao managed to tie it up in a few quick strokes. She finished it with a bow, the ribbon tail slightly shorter than his hair, which was just right.
She glanced from the front, pleased that it wasn't crooked, and nodded in satisfaction.
It has to be said that not many men with big foreheads look good, but Song Tingfan's forehead was not overly full, just right.
Wow, the villain is really handsome.
Meeting her unwavering gaze, Song Tingfan's ears turned red, his eyes darted around uncomfortably as he stammered, "Sis...Sister-in-law, are you done?"
"All done, little uncle is really handsome," Lin Qiao nodded in approval.
Song Tingfan glanced at her quickly and then looked down earnestly, "Sister-in-law, you're also beautiful."
Lin Qiao was momentarily stunned, then burst out laughing, blinking playfully, "Of course, we're family."
