Feng Xin was peacefully laying his head on your lap when your fingers brushed through his hair, taking out the bun and everything.

"..What are you doing?"

He opened his eyes and looked at you, seeing you playing with his hair with such care and affection. It made his mind swirl, he cursed at himself mentally.

"Q-Quit that.."

He murmured, trying to take your hands away by grabbing your wrist. His grip was so weak though that you easily pulled from it and continued to play with his hair.