Although Xie Yan 'er was sitting quietly, looking at xiajun Zihao in the mirror, she was not calm.
She looked at xiajun Zihao's focused expression, and her heart rippled.
Pulling her black hair, it was as if she was pulling thousands of black hair.
Her feelings for him were so deep, lingering, and she couldn't let go.
However, she didn't know if her brother Hao was the same as her, with deep feelings in his heart.
She always felt that he had feelings for her.
It was just that this kind of love varied in depth.
She didn't dare to probe into his heart, because she was afraid of breaking the current harmonious state.
Xie Yan 'er's expression was dazed for a moment, then she looked at xiajun Zihao without blinking, her eyes showing an undetectable infatuation.
Xiajun Zihao, who was tying her hair seriously, had a unique charm.
