"Really?" Tang Si sighed, then chuckled mischievously, "Should I go dye my hair?"
"Dye your hair, my ass." Song Yi couldn't help but reach up to ruffle his hair again, "It's great just the way it is."
"I'll buy you some anti-hair loss, hair thickening shampoo, that should do the trick."
Song Yi's words made Tang Si let out a soft laugh.
"I'm not balding yet."
"You've got plenty of hair."
"White hair is one step away from going bald. Admit it, old man." Song Yi snorted softly, the corner of her mouth curving deeper.
This guy, if he doesn't sweet-talk her now, he'll end up old and lonely.
The man raised an eyebrow, chuckling softly as he retorted, "Can't I just have early graying hair?"
"Pfft." Song Yi couldn't hold back and was caught off guard by laughter, her eyes and smile as bright as the April sun, "Have some decency, will you."
...
The two bantered and laughed, everything was just like the beginning.
In fact, some things, some words, are better spoken aloud.
