"Honey, when did you learn to do this?"
Lan Xin Ai chuckled as she watched him deftly styling her hair, and honestly, Mr. Xi did have the feel of a hair stylist.
"Now."
"Wow, don't tell me you're using my hair as a test subject." Lan Xin Ai's face pretended to pout, her tone carrying a hint of playful grievance.
Mr. Xi simply smiled, "It's your honor."
"Hmph." The little lady pursed her lips, then looked surprised at Mr. Xi's hands, which seemed to work magic, rolling up her long hair loosely but without looking messy, adding a sense of depth to the style.
Using a diamond hairpin to secure it, the style was casually elegant and extremely beautiful.
"So pretty."
Lan Xin Ai admired the woman in the mirror with glee.
"Is my wife satisfied?"
Seeing the little woman's cheerful smile, Xi Yemo pinched her cheek.
"Very satisfied, you're amazing, honey," Lan Xin Ai said with heartfelt admiration.
"My wife." Mr. Xi's face leaned in, and the little woman turned and pecked him.
