113: Chapter 113 Qin Xiaoran: What do you think of me?

Her hair was dyed dark brown and tied into a high ponytail.

The ends were slightly curled, swaying back and forth behind her head.

Her features were delicate—an oval face, big eyes, a straight nose bridge, and pink, moist lips. She wore no makeup.

But her skin was fair, clear, and bright, like a peeled egg.

When Qin Xiaoran saw Wang Yang, her eyes lit up. She put down the shampoo in her hand and quickly walked over.

"Bro, getting a haircut?"

Her voice was crisp, full of vitality.

Wang Yang nodded and sat down in the barber chair.

"Yeah, just a trim."

The girl looked at him from the mirror, the corners of her mouth lifting.

"Bro, your hair has great texture, just a bit long. You'll definitely look handsome after the trim."

As she spoke, she picked up the cape, shook it out, and draped it around his neck.

Her hand accidentally brushed against the back of his neck; her fingertips were cool.

Wang Yang leaned back in the chair and silently commanded in his mind.

"System, activate Eye of Recognition."

Instantly, a translucent light screen appeared before his eyes.

[Name: Qin Xiaoran]

[Age: 19]

[Appearance: 89]

[Figure: 86]

[Critical Hits: 0]

[Overall Score: 89]

[Conception Assessment: Qualified]

Wang Yang's heart stirred.

A clean, innocent little girl.

He glanced at Qin Xiaoran in the mirror.

She was looking down, tying the cape around him. Her eyelashes were long, and the tip of her nose was slightly upturned.

Her lips were pressed together, looking very serious.

"How old are you? What's your name?"

Qin Xiaoran looked up, meeting his eyes in the mirror, and smiled.

"Nineteen. Qin Xiaoran. Bro, and you?"

"Twenty-five. Wang Yang."

Qin Xiaoran blinked.

"Then should I call you Brother Yang?"

Wang Yang nodded.

"Sure."

Qin Xiaoran picked up the scissors, stood behind him, and began cutting his hair.

Her fingers moved through his hair, light and skillful.

The scissors clicked, and strands of hair fell to the floor.

"Brother Yang, is that car yours?"

Wang Yang looked at her in the mirror.

"Yeah."

Qin Xiaoran's eyes brightened, but her hands didn't stop.

"I knew it. You don't look like an ordinary person. Brother Yang, the clothes you're wearing—the fabric feels so nice, definitely not cheap."

Wang Yang smiled. "How can you tell?"

Qin Xiaoran tilted her head, cutting as she spoke.

"My dad used to work in clothing, so I know a bit. That sweater of yours, it's so soft to the touch—must be high quality. And that coat, the cut is so good, it's obviously custom-made."

She paused, lowering her voice.

"Besides, Brother Yang, your aura is different from ordinary people. The way you sit there, it's like... like those rich guys in TV dramas."

Wang Yang looked at her in the mirror.

She was focused on cutting, her face slightly flushed—whether from the heat or something else, he couldn't tell.

"You're so young, how come you're running a barbershop?"

Qin Xiaoran laughed.

"My parents own it. They went back to our hometown for the New Year, so I'm watching the shop until I go back. Business is usually okay, but there aren't many customers today."

After finishing one side, she moved in front of him and bent down to cut the other side.

She stood right in front of him, so close that he could smell her scent.

It wasn't perfume—just a mix of shampoo and body wash.

Light, sweet, carrying the unique purity of a young girl.

The scent of a virgin.

Wang Yang's gaze inadvertently fell on her collar.

The zipper of her hoodie was open, revealing a loose white tank top underneath.

When she bent over, the neckline gaped, exposing a patch of snowy skin and a shallow cleavage.

The girl's breasts were small but firm.

Qin Xiaoran noticed his gaze. Her face reddened slightly, but she didn't shy away or pull her collar closed.

She just pursed her lips and continued cutting, her fingers steady as they moved through his hair.

Wang Yang averted his eyes and leaned back in the chair.

"Aren't you scared watching the shop alone?"

Qin Xiaoran shook her head.

"No. This street is pretty safe, and it's not my first time watching the shop alone."

She finished trimming his bangs, stepped back, tilted her head to check, then leaned in again to tidy his sideburns.

"Brother Yang, you're really good-looking."

Wang Yang raised an eyebrow. "Am I?"

Qin Xiaoran nodded, her face growing redder.

"Really. Your features are well-proportioned, and your bone structure is great. You'll look even more handsome after this cut."

As she spoke, her movements quickened. The scissors clicked rapidly, and snippets of hair fell in a steady stream.

The shop was quiet, filled only with the sound of scissors and their occasional conversation.

The guy with the dyed yellow hair had long left; only the two of them remained.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spilling onto the floor, the barber chair, and both of them.

Qin Xiaoran circled behind him, trimmed the ends, then came back to check the overall look.

She nodded, put down the scissors, and picked up the hairdryer.

"Brother Yang, almost done."

The hairdryer hummed as her fingers sifted through his hair, her fingertips occasionally brushing against his ears and the back of his neck, tickling him.

After drying, she picked up another mirror and held it behind him so he could see the result.

"Brother Yang, what do you think?"

Wang Yang looked at himself in the mirror.

His hair was shorter, neater, and he looked much more energetic.

He nodded.

"Not bad."

Qin Xiaoran smiled, her eyes curving into crescent moons.

"Of course. You can trust my skills."

She removed the cape and brushed the stray hairs off his shoulders.

Her movements were natural, as if it were the most ordinary thing.

Wang Yang stood up to pay.

Qin Xiaoran followed behind him and suddenly spoke.

"Brother Yang."

Wang Yang turned to look at her. Qin Xiaoran stood there, fingers clutching the cape, her face slightly flushed.

"Do you... have a girlfriend?"

Wang Yang was taken aback for a moment, looking at her.

Qin Xiaoran felt embarrassed under his gaze, lowered her head, then raised it again, biting her lip.

"Just asking casually. Brother Yang, you're so outstanding, you must have a girlfriend, right?"

Wang Yang smiled.

"Guess."

Qin Xiaoran looked at him, thought for a moment. "I think you do."

Wang Yang shook his head.

"No."

He wasn't lying. He really didn't have a girlfriend—only women.

Several women.

Qin Xiaoran's eyes brightened, the corners of her mouth lifting before she quickly suppressed it.

"Brother Yang, you're so great, how come you don't have a girlfriend?"

Wang Yang leaned against the counter, looking at her.

"Can't find one."

Qin Xiaoran bit her lip, hesitated, then spoke softly.

"Then... what do you think of me?"

Wang Yang looked at her.

Qin Xiaoran's face was deeply flushed, her fingers gripping the cape until her knuckles turned white, but her eyes were bright and unflinching.

"Brother Yang, what do you think of me?"

Wang Yang didn't speak. His gaze slowly swept over her.

From her face to her neck, from her neck to her shoulders, from her shoulders to her waist, from her waist to her legs.

His look wasn't frivolous, but it was direct, like appraising something precious.

Qin Xiaoran's heartbeat quickened under his gaze, but she didn't back down. Instead, she straightened her chest.

The zipper of her hoodie was open, beneath the white tank top.

Those two just-budding peaks slightly lifted, forming two shallow curves.