It's all knotted up in so many places, all tangled up and impossible to untangle.
She wanted nothing more than to cut it with scissors.
"Let me do it."
Yi Shuihan stood behind her, picked up a lock of hair, and smoothed it out strand by strand.
As I stroked her hair, I noticed that it was exceptionally soft and smooth, like silk threads, and it also had a subtle, pleasant fragrance.
He couldn't help but recall the scenes he often saw in his childhood.
When he went to pay his respects to his mother in the morning, he would always see his father standing behind her, intently helping her tie her hair up.
He couldn't understand why his father would take over the maid's work.
Now, a sudden realization dawns on me.
Combing a woman's hair seems to be quite addictive?
It's a pity he doesn't know how to style his hair.
Xiao Qingyin sat motionless, letting him play with her hair, and found that he had already straightened his hair, but was still combing it non-stop.
"Is it not ready yet?"
"Okay, all done."
Yi Shuihan reluctantly put down the black hair in her hand.
"Thanks."
Xiao Qingyin turned her head to thank him, her hair swaying as it brushed against Yi Shuihan's chest.
Yi Shuihan's breath hitched.
It felt as if a thousand tiny hands were brushing against his heart, making it both itchy and tingly.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Xiao Qingyin sensed that his expression was a little strange.
"N-nothing. It's getting late, I should go back."
In his panic, Yi Shuihan forgot to leave through the door and jumped out of the window.
Xiao Qingyin was completely confused.
For the next two nights, Yi Jiu didn't come to hand in his homework.
Xiao Qingyin couldn't help but wonder if something had happened to this person.
The day after thinking this way, something really did happen, but the person who got into trouble wasn't Yi Shuihan, but Wei Yan.
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