Chapter 156

Eryndor was puzzled, but he walked over to Elara. "Lower your head," she said. Eryndor obediently bent down his tall frame, and his long, blonde hair cascaded down like liquid silk. Elara grabbed his hair. It was smooth and cool to the touch, slipping through her fingers like satin. She clumsily tried to pull his hair into a bun, accidentally pulling out a few strands in the process. Feeling guilty, she glanced at his expression, looking like an awkward guy struggling to tie his girlfriend's hair. Fortunately, Eryndor didn't seem to notice as he remained still, his long lashes resting softly. Elara found it much more difficult to tie someone's hair than her own, especially with hair this thick and long. After fumbling with it for a while, she gave up and simply clipped it in place with a hairpin, letting it hang loosely over his shoulder like a crooked flower bud. Yet, somehow, with his looks, it looked effortlessly seductive. As Eryndor toyed with it, his blood-red lips briefly