"Yes." Zhang Ronghua's expression was gentle, his eyes sincere, and he replied with a warm smile.
"Do you know the meaning of combing a girl's hair?"
"A little."
A woman's hair could only be combed by her husband, and she had to take responsibility for it.
Their eyes met.
Zhang Ronghua welcomed him calmly without any evasion. He asked,"Willing?"
Yang Hongling's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, reaching more than 300 horsepower. It almost broke the sky and jumped out of her body. Her heart was filled with shyness, sweetness, and happiness. Was she confessing to her? She wanted to nod, but she was not ready, or rather, she was afraid.
