The strands of hair beneath his finger possessed a smooth touch.
Inhaling that tempting scent, he couldn't help but lower his face closer to her neck.
...
After a while, not feeling his movement, Gan Yuan voiced her impatience.
"Hey, are you done yet?"
The man reined in his amorous thoughts, unraveled the last two strands of her hair from her glasses leg, and reached to pinch the hair clip that held her hair up.
Click!
The sound of the hair clip releasing was faint.
She turned her head in confusion, her long hair slipping out, cascading down like a black waterfall.
In the morning light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, her ink-black hair scattered, casting faint blue halos; the smooth strands brushed past his fingers, even grazing his cheek.
"What are you doing?" she frowned in annoyance.
He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger and gently caressed it with the pad of his thumb.
"Next time you see me, don't tie up your hair."