Su Jianan was so itch to try when just imagining what Lu Boyan was going to look like.

She was excited to bring a wooden comb, walked back and forth and looked at Lu Boyan up and down like she was a professional stylist. Lu Boyan probably was dizzied, thus he frowned with discontent. Su Jianan suddenly pressed him on the shoulder. "Don't move, your hair is a bit messy."

Lu Boyan stopped moving since he was a person who paid great attention to the external image. ...