Ah feitan, a feared phantom troupe member and yet here he was in your room, letting you do his hair..How could he even say no to you, his lover?

He waited, impatiently tapping his fingers on the table he was leaning on while you were tying his hair up in pigtails.

“Tch…can’t believe i’m letting you do this.” Feitan grumbled in his seat, seemingly annoyed. “Are you done yet?”