Qingye looked over at Zhang Haixing, who was holding a bowl and looking back. "She's been busy lately; she only stayed home today because she knew you guys were coming back." With that, she noticed Zhang Haixing's—wait, no, Qingye looked at Zhang Haike's dripping black hair and said, "It's gotten long." She reached out to touch it, but Zhang Haike caught her wrist.
"It's dripping," he said, grabbing a corner of a towel and rubbing it over his head. "It is a bit long, I'll just trim it tonight."
"You must not have eaten well out there. Dinner's already prepped, we're having hotpot," Qingye said, looking at Zhang Haike. He wasn't heavy to begin with, but now his face was sharper-angled, his skin a bit darker, a healthy wheatish tone that made his eyes look even deeper.
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