"Is it comfortable? I used to wash my grandma's hair all the time. She wasn't in good health and it was hard for her to wash her own hair, so I always washed it for her."
He sighed after saying that.
"I don't know how she washed her hair after I left."
"Zhou Zan, you are a filial son."
"Stop calling me 'little kid,' it's like you're so much older than me."
“I am indeed much older than you mentally. So, Zhou Zan, you should find someone else to like; we're not on the same wavelength.”
Zhou Zan paused for a moment, then said, "It can't be changed."
Song Fanxing: "So stubborn!"
"So, don't even think about refusing me."
"You're clinging to me now, aren't you?"
"Yes, I'm sticking with you."
"If you keep pushing me, I'll leave today."
You little punk, I can't handle you.
Zhou Zan panicked; he knew Song Fanxing was capable of doing it.
"Please, I won't say anything more, okay?"
"Not only can you not say it, you also have to keep your thoughts to yourself."
Zhou Zan muttered to himself, "You can't just put your mind away like that."
"What?"
"nothing."
After Zhou Zan washed her once, he told Song Fanxing to stand still while he went inside and brought out another basin of water.
"I'll just rinse it with water for you."
Zhou Zan said.
Su Wanzhi glanced out of the kitchen window at the yard and smiled with satisfaction.
Zhou Zan took a towel, wrapped it around Song Fanxing's hair, and gently dried it.
To be honest, Song Fanxing was quite touched.
Although Zhou Zan is only 22 years old, he is meticulous in his work and considerate in his dealings with others. He is an excellent young man.
However, she always felt that she was much older than him, even though her physical body was younger than his, her mental age was older.
She couldn't come to terms with it.
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