She dressed a little hastily, fearing that if Murong Xitian turned around, she would be naked.
As a result, she became more and more anxious and confused, and she couldn't get it right for a while.
The carriage became quiet as a result, and only the rustling sound of people changing clothes could be heard.
Murong Xitian originally thought that since his eyes could not see, he would not have random thoughts.
But when he couldn't see with his eyes, his hearing seemed to increase several times. When he heard the sound of her undressing and taking off her belt, his heart felt like it was being scratched by countless hands...
After a while——
As soon as Xia Ziluo buttoned up his collar, Murong Xitian turned around as if he had timed it.
"I didn't expect that you look like a nobleman in men's clothing." Murong Xitian's eyes couldn't help but light up, and the ordeal just now had long been forgotten.
Xia Ziluo grinned: "Really?"
"It's just hair..." Murong Xitian's eyes fell on her long, disheveled hair.
Her waist-length silk hair was as black as satin and exuded an alluring luster. He couldn't help but reach out and slowly insert his slender fingers into her black hair, feeling the smooth touch on his fingers.
"If you comb your hair back, it will look more like it." Murong Xitian's voice was like a whisper or a question, soft but especially pleasant to the ear.
Xia Ziluo didn't expect that he would suddenly come over and speak in her ear, his voice soft and low, full of confusion.
Subconsciously, her body trembled sensitively, and her cheeks became a little hot: "Of course, tying your hair into a bun is very simple."
"It's very simple." Murong Xitian glanced at the pink on her cheeks, the corners of her lips fluttered slightly, and his fingers played with her black hair more flexibly, "Where is the wooden comb? Have you brought it?"
"Yes, I brought it." Xia Ziluo nodded subconsciously.
Murong Xitian came closer and encircled her in his arms: "Give it to me!"
In this position, Murong Xitian's chest was almost intimately attached to her back.
Feeling his hot body temperature, half of Xia Ziluo's body froze.
She didn't know why he came so close, she just felt that her heart was completely messed up the moment he came closer.
"Oh... ok." She lost the ability to think and could only mechanically take out the wooden comb from her sleeve and handed it to Murong Xitian.
Murong Xitian saw all the changes in her expression, took the wooden comb, and carefully combed her long hair.
He combed every part of his black hair smoothly, then rolled it up and tied it into a simple bun on the top of his head.
After finishing her bun, he put the wooden comb on the car seat and saw that there was nothing on her bun. After thinking about it, he took an emerald hairpin from the top of his head and inserted it for her.
"Okay." Looking at his masterpiece with satisfaction, Murong Xitian's eyes slid down inadvertently and fell naturally on her fair neck.
The fair and smooth skin exudes an attractive luster, and is so tender that I want to take a bite and taste it to see if it is as moist as I saw.
Thinking like this, his vision gradually became hot and his throat began to feel dry and itchy.
What, what happened...
Xia Ziluo suddenly felt a burning sensation on his neck, especially when he heard Murong Xitian's sudden heavy breathing, his heart that had just been trying to calm down began to beat wildly again.
Oops, the atmosphere was so ambiguous, it seemed like even the air was ignited and became hot.