"Too ugly."
"Don't you have a sense of aesthetics? This wooden hairpin is clearly beautiful, everyone who sees it praises it. Moreover, it was handmade by Shen Mosheng, filled with his deep affection—it's a priceless treasure, okay?"
It was the first time someone said her wooden hairpin was ugly, and Han Yingying was quite infuriated, yet she could only suppress her anger and explain to him.
The more she spoke, the more irritated Shi Lou became, his impatience growing as he coldly snorted, "Ugly, an eyesore, it's just annoying to look at."
"You..."
"I just hate it!"
Grinding her teeth, she removed the hairpin and tucked it into her pocket, Han Yingying gritted her teeth and said, "There, I took it off, are you satisfied now?"
Shi Lou snorted softly, feeling full of regret, hating himself like this, yet he couldn't control it.
"I've already taken it off, why are you still in a bad mood?" Han Yingying was extremely exasperated.
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