"It will be ready soon," Shen Mosheng's actions didn't pause, his gaze exceptionally serious.
Although somewhat embarrassed, Han Yingying still handed her hair over to Shen Mosheng, letting him take control.
"Here we go." Shen Mosheng joyfully pulled a mirror from his pocket and handed it to Han Yingying.
Seeing him retrieve a comb and mirror from his pocket in mere moments made Han Yingying curiously ask, "Shen Mosheng, just how many things do you have in your pockets?"
"Just these," Shen Mosheng urged excitedly, "Yingying, take a look. Do you like it?"
Han Yingying raised the mirror, only then realizing that Shen Mosheng had styled her hair.
The front part of her hair was parted to the sides, weaved into a centipede braid that extended to behind her ear, fashioned into a small bun, into which a wooden hairpin was diagonally inserted.
She was very pleased with the result, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Shen Mosheng: "How did you suddenly think of styling my hair?"
