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“Augh! Not again!”
hands rake through long blonde hair. A young boy glares(He does not pout!) at a small rectangular mirror with the stupid band around his wrist. When he decides that his hair is untangled enough, he slowly pulls it into a small tail of hair and wraps the band around it.
Only for him to look in the mirror and be disappointed.
“How does anyone on the Luofu do this?” Yanqing complains. His hair is a mess, and he doesn’t even know why! He combed through it just enough, and he did all the steps he watched the general do, so why can’t he do it right?
He looks at the mirror, groans, and then starts the process again.
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When Tingyun woke up today, she was hoping that her pictures of the general that she most definitely had permission to take(Please do not fact check that with the general himself, she doesn’t want any trouble!) gets some sales. She did not expect to be sitting by a small pond with the general’s totally not kid and combing through his hair. Seriously, does he ever brush?
Slowly brushing through his hair, she brings it into a ponytail and wraps the band that Yanqing rudely shoved into her hands around it.
“There, now please don’t tell the general about the photos.” Tingyun sighs. This kid is a handful.
Yanqing slowly turns his head toward her with his eyes even bigger than she remem- Wait, no no, please not again! She can’t handle those eyes!
“Teach me how you do it!”
“What?” She eloquently responds.
“Teach me how you did my hair!” Yanqing demands.
Silence fills the area. Tingyun can hear the grass rustling and the wind blowing.
And then she was laughing. Laughing so hard her stomach hurt.
“You have no manners!”