HE KNEW

Four Eyes carried the sleeping Ling Li into the bathroom, his arms firm yet gentle, cradling her delicate frame. The warmth of her body seeped through his skin, a sensation both comforting and mesmerizing. As he carefully laid her in the bathtub, he paused, his gaze lingering on her cascading long silver hair that fanned out like waves over the porcelain. He sighed.

"This long hair is so soft and beautiful, but it’s troublesome!" Four Eyes’ face scrunched, eyebrows furrowed in contemplation. The thought of washing it made him hesitate. ‘Would I ever finish?’ With Ling Li sound asleep, it wasn’t something he dared attempt; ‘besides, drying it alone might take the whole night and day. A futile battle.’