Zheng yuluo's voice was soft, tender, and had a slight nasal tone. She seemed a little pitiful, but she was also cute.
Her long hair was scattered over her shoulders and was pulled into a mess by the fat man. She looked extremely disheveled.
Jing Zhi couldn't help but raise his hand and slowly comb her hair with his fingers.
Zheng yuluo was stunned. She looked up at Jing Zhi in disbelief that he would comb her hair for her.
She stood there quietly without saying a word or moving, as if she was afraid that Jing Zhi would change his mind. She allowed him to tidy her hair as he pleased.
Her hair was long, but it was very smooth and droopy.
Jing Zhi held it in his hand and felt that it was as soft and shiny as silk.
He used to like Shuyin's long hair. He thought that it would be very comfortable if he touched it, but he couldn't touch Shuyin. His brother had said that he could touch any woman, but not Shuyin.
