Outside the door, Mo Fei was lazily leaning against the doorframe.
Let him come in and say with a cold smile, "Didn't you go to Norway with your little girlfriend to spend Christmas? I thought you wouldn't come!"
"What kind of little girlfriend? No." Could it be that he looked her up and down and suddenly raised his lips, "Are you jealous?"
Smiling coldly, she patted his shoulder and said, "A girlfriend is just a girlfriend? Why are you so secretive? You finally committed the theft. I'm very happy for you, sister."
She was not as tall as him, so when she raised her hand to pat his shoulder, the collar of her bathrobe spread out, revealing a large area of snow-white skin.
Mo Fei glanced at it and immediately looked away quickly.
"You want to try on a dress?"
"Yes!" Leng Ran turned around and took the skirt on the bed, "Wait for me."
After saying that, she walked into the bathroom holding up her skirt.
Watching her figure disappear through the bathroom door, Mo Fei raised his hands to rub his face and let out a sigh of relief.
Sitting on the side of the bed, I saw a book she had brought, so I took it over and read it in my hands.
The bathroom door opened softly, and Leng Ran stepped out.
"Could you please help sister take a look? Does it look good?"
Mo Fei raised his face from the page and saw Leng Ran walking out wearing a skirt and raising her hands to pull her long hair out of the skirt.
The tender green dress was of a very fresh color, which made her skin as white as cream even more. Standing there, it seemed as if the whole world had suddenly arrived in spring.
Putting down the book in his hand, Mo Fei stood up instinctively.
"speak?"
Leng Ran turned around, walked to the mirror, and took a look at himself.
"It looks good." Mo Fei came back to his senses, "I remember... this is your first time wearing a skirt of this color, right?"
"That's right!" Leng Ran scratched his hair, "Could it be that you think what hairstyle and jewelry should I match?"
Could it be that he came over, held her shoulders and looked at Leng Ran in the mirror.
"This is simple, look at me!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to push Lengran onto the chair, took the comb from the table, carefully combed her hair and divided it into two halves in the middle. Then he stood beside her, holding her hair and helping her.
weave plaits.
Looking at his actions, Leng Ran just chuckled, "I thought your hair-combing skills had deteriorated!"
Mo Fei helped her braid her hair skillfully, "I've been combing it for you since you were little, how could it possibly deteriorate!"
Leng Ran glanced sideways, looking at his focused look, but things from his childhood flashed before his eyes unconsciously.
Ever since he was very young, Mo Fei liked to comb her hair. At that time, as long as she was in the Duke's Palace, he would go to her room early every day and help her comb her hair.
His fingers passed between the hair and inadvertently brushed against the skin, causing a slight itch.
Leng Ran came back to his senses and looked at his focused face.
Thinking about it, this kind of life won't last long. Now that they have grown up, he will also get married and have children in the future, and he will not have many opportunities to help her comb her hair.
Could it be that you have braided one braid, tied it with a small rubber band, and then turned to braid the other side.
"Where's your little girlfriend? Didn't she come with you?"
"I told you she's not my girlfriend..." Halfway through, Mo Fei glanced at Leng Ran's face, and a strange color flashed in his eyes, "She came to Hong Kong with me, you said... if I invite her to the wedding,
Okay?"
"What's wrong with that? It's quite lively when there are so many people!" Leng Ran winked at him, "It's just right. Sister, I'll help you check it."
