It was impossible for Ye Beiyu to develop any unnecessary feelings for him.

Just as Bai Yan figured it out, a hand gathered his hair.

Bai Yan was slightly startled, and when he turned his head, he saw Ye Beiyu walking to his side, holding his hair in one hand and the hairband that had just fallen in the other.

"Brother, let me tie your hair for you."

Ye Beiyu fumbled and spoke softly, "I'm sorry, Senior Brother, I really didn't mean it just now."

"Brother, please don't give me a beating. Don't be angry with me anymore, okay?"

Ye Beiyu's voice was so innocent and his apology was so sincere that it was hard to blame him.

Bai Yan chuckled softly, raised his hand to hold Ye Beiyu's wrist, and snatched his hairband back from him.

"Junior brother...I really liked this headband."

He tilted his head, his eyes falling on the hairband that was hooked on his fingertips, his voice was casual and indifferent,

"But now that you've touched me, I find it dirty."

The light words fell into his ears, and Bai Yan successfully saw that Ye Beiyu's face had turned a little paler, which made him feel better.

Sure enough, no matter what means are used, as long as the male protagonist is unhappy, he will be happy.

After Bai Yan finished speaking, he casually threw the hairband away and turned away.

Little did he know that after he left, Ye Beiyu picked up the hairband and put it away as if it were a treasure.

“Senior Brother…”

He stared at Bai Yan's figure with a dark look in his eyes, and raised his tongue.

Thinking about the way Bai Yan's fingertips were hooked on the hairband just now, and thinking about what I did that night while holding his hand.

That wrist, as soft as warm jade, is perfect for tying something.

The hands are also more suitable for holding other things...