After Maimai changed into her little underwear, she lightly poked Sheng Sheng’s back: "Brother Zun, please don’t leave me, stay here and watch over me, I want to sleep, it feels so uncomfortable."

Such a voice, full of dependence.

An irresistible tone! A voice that makes your heart melt!

Sheng Sheng gently tousled her messy, wet hair: "Sleep, I won’t leave."

"You’re not fooling me, right? You can’t be gone when I wake up. You have to stay right by my side."

Sheng Sheng nodded firmly: "Not a step away!"

"Then let’s do the pinky promise like when we were kids, a century-old vow that won’t change!" Maimai opened her beautiful deep blue eyes, her long eyelashes blinking, sparkling like a porcelain doll!

It was as if a stone skimmed across the calm lake of his heart, rippling out waves after waves.

Sheng Sheng extended his pinky, and they hooked pinkies!

Maimai, feeling reassured, started to drift off to sleep, waking up two hours later, unexpectedly full of energy.

Sheng Sheng looked at her in amazement, almost worshiping her self-recovery ability to the point of absolute admiration.

Just two hours ago, she was so weak as if she would fade away any moment, but after waking up, she was bouncing around in the room as if nothing had happened.

However, feeling relieved inside, seeing her complexion return to a rosy glow, and her spirits lifted, his mood unknowingly improved too.

Maimai took a shower, dried her hair herself, leaving it still rather messy. She used the hotel’s disposable comb to straighten her hair but couldn’t create a beautiful hairstyle.

"Brother Zun, can you help me braid my hair?"

Sheng Sheng suddenly laughed: "How would I know how to braid hair?"

"You don’t know either? Then what should I do? I don’t know how to do it."

All her life, her hair and face have been artworks in the hands of makeup artists, and she rarely had the chance to style it herself, so she had no idea how to make herself look pretty, feeling frustrated, she mumbled: "Do I have to go out looking all messy? And I don’t even have any skincare products!"

Luckily she’s still young, even without them it doesn’t matter, washing her face with clear water, her skin remains soft and tender, practically breakable with a touch.

"Just grab a rubber band and tie it up, isn’t that enough?" He had seen his aunt do that before.

"Wouldn’t that look ugly?" Everyone loves beauty, let alone little beauty Maimai!

"You’ll look good no matter what you do." Sheng Sheng rarely spoke such truth.

Maimai grinned, utterly narcissistic: "Of course, everyone says when I grow up, I’ll be a national goddess, making everyone jealous, hmph hmph!"

She turned around, heading back to the bathroom to continue fussing with her hair.

"Brother Zun, you seem to have changed a bit recently," Maimai said as she walked back from the bathroom, standing next to Sheng Sheng to scrutinize him: "You seem a bit different."

Sheng Sheng leaned against the wall by the balcony with interest: "How different?"

"Well... let me think," Maimai bit her thumb: "Your hairstyle is different, your aura is different, um... it’s an indescribable feeling, like you’ve become a different person. What do you think? Are you changing your style?"

"Yes, changing style, going for the cold and glamorous look."

"Hahaha..." Maimai playfully stretched out her leg and kicked him: "I knew you were just teasing me!"