"Yaoyao?" Huo Junhan felt the little one behind him not move and called out in a low voice.
"This is the first time I've combed someone's hair. You have to tell me if it hurts." Shen Yaowei composed herself and sat behind Huo Junhan, slowly combing his long hair.
Huo Junhan was perfect from head to toe, and even his hair was exceptionally smooth. As she moved, the comb slid down his hair unimpeded. Shen Yaowei couldn't help but feel envious and reach out to touch it.
The wonderful touch made Shen Yaowei even more interested, so she began to brush her hair while being distracted. She touched here and there, playing happily.
Shen Yaowei was having fun and had no idea that her soft hands were sweeping everywhere. Her actions were like lighting a fire, making Huo Junhan's eyes darken.
Shen Yaowei couldn't feel the approaching danger. Her fingers swept across Huo Junhan's neck, and the faint touch almost drove the man crazy.
