Gu Qingxin was wrapped around him, and Beiming Han asked her to sit properly. Looking at her dark, black hair, he was truly infatuated with it. His large hand gently stroked it a few times. Just like precious silk, he was sure that her hair was entirely natural without any chemical treatments or dyes. It was so good that it would make anyone envious.
He said, "I'll comb your hair for you."
"Can you?" Gu Qingxin looked up at him, her arms wrapped around his waist.
Beiming Han was startled at her question, and an odd look flashed across his face. Gu Qingxin, driven by curiosity, stared at him and saw his expression, which made her heart tighten.
"Hmm." He replied, lowering his head, his fingers running through her hair. His movements were somewhat awkward, but he managed to successfully gather her long hair, then took the hairpin and fixed it in place.
