Rong Yan came back to her senses and laughed foolishly. She understood that Liancheng Yazhi must have misunderstood her and thought that she was asking him to brush her hair.
This was the first time someone had combed her hair for her.
When she was very young, Rong Yan had always been particularly envious of Yang Yan for combing Rong Jia's hair every morning. At that time, she had fantasized many times that if her mother also combed her hair, she would definitely die of happiness.
Unfortunately, the word happiness was a luxury that she could never touch in her childhood. She couldn't even fantasize about it. She didn't even get to see it once!
She really didn't expect that she was already in her twenties, and a man would comb her hair for her!
Although this man was very clumsy and his movements were very unfamiliar, causing her scalp to hurt from time to time, Xuanji Rong Yan's heart was still very soft and warm!
