The morning sunlight flooded the bedroom with a warmth that made it exceptionally difficult to leave the coziness of the bed. However, due to the constant fiddling on my head, I opened my eyes in a daze to find the girl beside me was already awake, busily pulling hair from my head to braid Chinese knots.
Oh, now I remember... last night's incident, a peculiar but not entirely illogical series of events caused by the absurd reasoning and behavior of this scatterbrained lass.
Even now, thinking about Qianqian's logic still makes my liver ache—and my back, too.
"Got a grudge against my hair or something?"
Seeing me wake up, Qianqian showed no sign of stopping. She still leaned over the bed braiding her Chinese knots, occasionally yanking a couple of strands of adequately long hair from my head. I must say, it's a remarkably challenging task, not everyone can craft from such short hair, and this girl's interests are so random, entirely incomprehensible.
