"You! You are still touching! Ji Ziming, stop right now!"
She glared at him and then swatted his hand away.
Ji Ziming glanced at her briefly the moment his hand got shoved away.
"What are you looking at?!" She snapped at him while her hands busied themselves with tidying her hair.
She did not even need a mirror to know that her hair was turned into a mess by the man.
"Confetti." He stretched out his hand before her eyes.
She was stunned by this.
"Huh?" What confetti?
Suddenly, her eyes widened at the confetti in his hand. Looking closely at it, the object appeared to resemble a torn piece of the tissue she had used earlier.
"T-That can't be on my head, right?!" she asked guiltily.
Although he did not speak and his face wore no expression, the way his deep-set eyes stared straight into hers made her feel even guiltier.
