For the sake of his teammates, Song Xi could not run at all.
In the end, Xie Qingci escorted him to the basin of water, where he sat on a low stool and lowered his noble head.
Yu Xia held a stainless steel cup, scooping water to pour over his hair while giving him a pep talk.
"Why run away? This is actually quite an enjoyment. Look at this service—Xie Qingci is rubbing your head, and I'm pouring water over it. We promise to wash away all your worries and troubles from the day."
Song Xi: "…Yu Xia, you poured water into my ear."
"Oh, oh, oh, sorry, I'll focus more."
She gestured for Xie Qingci to start, and he pumped some shampoo onto Song Xi's head, giving it a perfunctory and disdainful two rubs.
Yu Xia, having nothing to do, lazily quipped, "Hey, be gentle. What if there are some fake hair pieces or hairline powder, and you rub it all away?"
Then she smiled and asked, "Song Xi, are you wearing any fake hair pieces? If so, we'll be more careful."
