"I'll help you change!" Beiming Han pulled her back, continuing to help her undress.
When her clothes were half off, Beiming Han couldn't help but kiss her moist lips...
After changing clothes, Gu Qingxin went to find the birthday gift for Huangfu Ye.
Her shoulder was grabbed by Beiming Han, she turned her head, and with the man's help, she was seated in front of the dressing table. Beiming Han's hand was now holding a curling iron.
Seeing the man with the curling iron, Gu Qingxin quickly dodged to one side, "Young Master, what are you doing?"
"Don't move, I'm curling your hair." Beiming Han gently played with her long hair, it was exquisite, naturally straight, and felt cool and smooth in his hand.
"Ah? Can you do it? It's very dangerous." Gu Qingxin was afraid that he would burn her.
"Sit still and don't move!" Beiming Han coughed lightly, this was a new skill to him, his hand ran through her hair strands and began to carefully curl them.
