A Delicate Attack?

"Yeah, I'm not tired anymore." Liu Duo looked at Ye Ling through the mirror and smiled slightly.

Ye Ling went forward and took over the jade hairpin from her hands and slowly put it in an appropriate position. "What do you think about sticking it here?"

Liu Duo looked in the mirror. Each of Ye Ling's movements and his smile were filled with warmth. She suddenly felt like Ye Ling had somehow changed.

As for exactly how, she wasn't too sure.

Ye Ling was wearing a dark-colored shirt that day. His skin was already pale from his sickliness, and the contrast made his paleness even more obvious.

But his handsome face flushed red, because he was helping Liu Duo with her hair, and he was leaning close to her.

Liu Duo suddenly reached out with her hands and held his hands. She winked at him and gave him a flirtatious glance. "Ling, are you teasing me? Hmmm…"

She saw Ye Ling looking that way and couldn't help but tease him.