Soon the door opened a crack.
A girl with dyed yellow hair, a double ponytail and bangs poked her head out.
The girl looked at him with her head cocked, smiling brightly like an untutored angel of innocence, making her look extraordinarily lovely.
"Why are you so late?" She complained, her voice sweet and clean.
"I'm not okay, why do you dye it that colour? It's ugly ..." he frowned slightly, a disgusted frown on his face.
Although there was disgust all around his eyes, his movements and eyes were very gentle.
The girl opened the door all the way and gave him a blank stare straight away, "This is a good colour to be in fashion this year? There's no taste."
"Fine, fine ... I have no taste, all right?" With those words, he then lightly rubbed her hair once again and stepped into the room.
The girl followed closely behind and joined him on the sofa.