"I said, from now on, I will take good care of you. Just like a family member." Yin Yijie's eyes revealed a firm color, and they were radiant and dazzling.
There was a paper towel behind the lotus leaf. Yin Yijie wiped it clean for me and held it tightly...
I don't know how Yin Yijie is going to take good care of me. At this moment, I don't have enough brain power.
It turns out that listening to too many sweet words can damage your intelligence.
Or, a lie repeated a thousand times is also the truth![
I'm speechless.
Next to the washstand is a small lotus leaf-shaped tray with combs, hairpins, hairpins, etc. placed on it.
Yin Yijie put down my really messy hair and picked up the comb...
"I'll do it myself." My words became softer and softer, almost like a mosquito's cry.
I raised my hand to grab the comb. Suddenly, my fingers touched it. It was soft and elastic...
Glancing in the mirror, I actually touched his lips with my fingers.
I was so frightened that I was sweating profusely, as if I had been hit by a 1200V high-voltage electric shock, so I quickly took it back.
Biting her lip, she turned her head to the left, and her heartbeat skipped a beat, then started beating at a rate of three beats per second.
I tightened my shoulders, like a turtle in a lotus pond, trying to protect myself in the most primitive way from being bitten by those red lips.
Yin Yijie's hand stopped for a moment, then again, then smiled silently, shook his head, and continued to comb my hair carefully.
My hair is very long. Although it is very clean, smooth and shiny now, after a day and another sleep in the car, it is indeed a little messy.
Yin Yijie grabbed a handful and combed it carefully...
The fingertips occasionally touch my scalp, like the keys of a piano, with a special charm.
From beginning to end, there was no strain at all.
I don't know how long it took, but Yin Yijie took a heavy breath and looked at his masterpiece.
I couldn't help but look in the mirror. The pink hair flower and a pair of butterfly hairpins restricted my hair, but released all the charm and cuteness.
"Why, are you fascinated by admiring yourself? Or are you admiring my craftsmanship?" Yin Yijie put his arms around my shoulders, helped me up, and said with a smile.
In the mirror, our faces are so close.
The height ratio can be called... harmonious!
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