"Mianmian." Mo Yesi felt the warmth and strength of her fingertips and called her gently.
Qiao Mianmian replied softly, "Mm?"
"When we're old, will you still blow my hair like this?"
"Mm?" Qiao Mianmian was stunned for a while before smiling. "Of course. When I'm old, will you keep blowing my hair?"
"Mm." Mo Yesi's thick black eyelashes fluttered as he slowly opened his eyes. His dark eyes were like stars in the night sky, and his gaze was gentle and intoxicating. "Of course."
Mo Yesi's hair was black and shiny.
The kind that wouldn't need any special effects in a shampoo commercial.
It was especially good to the touch. His hair was soft and fine, like silk.
The shampoo he used had a faint minty scent. The warm wind blew at the ends of his hair, and the pleasant fragrance entered Qiao Mianmian's nostrils.
She looked down at Mo Yesi and couldn't help but feel curious.
