Seeing his serious expression, Jiang Yu asked something out of nowhere that made her want to fight with her head every time she recalled it.
"Shang Shiyang, are you a god?"
Shang Shiyang was stunned for two seconds. Immortal? This is the first time someone describes him like this.
"If I were a god, I would travel back in time to the day I bumped into you to prevent this car accident from happening." After saying that, he looked at Jiang Yu's slightly messy short hair with a blank face, and felt a little cute in his heart, so he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to rub it.
After rubbing, the two of them froze at the same time.
Shang Shiyang didn't know why he made such an over-the-top move. He touched the back of his head and explained awkwardly: "Well... Don't mind. I just haven't seen an old-fashioned kid like you in a long time. It's strange."
After listening to his explanation, Jiang Yu closed her eyes and let out a slow breath. The charming thoughts that arose when Shang Shiyang ran his fingers through her hair suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Very good, merit plus one.
After gathering her mood, she replied to Shang Shiyang with a pure and innocent smile like an old-fashioned child: "It's okay, I haven't washed my hair for more than a week."
Shang Shiyang:......
Concept: Growth is wrapping yourself up layer by layer, like an onion.