Taking a deep breath, the young man pulled Fu Shang up and said calmly, ""I'll help you dry your hair first."
Fu Shang was speechless.
It's over. Little Tian Tian really can't take it anymore.
The happiness of the rest of her life was gone.
Her delicate face was expressionless, and Fu di was like a salted fish as she was dragged by Lu yansu to dry her hair. Throughout the entire process, she sighed in her heart.
He was filled with regret.
*
Fu Shang's hair was very long, so thick that it made people envious. It spread over his entire back like seaweed. It was black and shiny, and of excellent quality, with a little natural curls.
After drying her hair.
The young girl sat on the small stool without moving, her hands supporting her chin, full of despair, her beautiful big eyes rolled up into dead fish eyes.
She was still wrapped in the bath towel from earlier.
Because it was summer, it wasn't cold.
