Ye Caitang had just finished complaining in her heart when Qin Ruohan finished brushing her teeth expressionlessly.
Qin Ruohan was like a doting father. After brushing Ye Caitang's teeth, he washed her face. It was as if he was serving his daughter as he helped Ye Caitang wash up.
After washing her face, the next step was to tie her hair. Usually—two days ago—when it reached the point of tying her hair, Qin Ruohan would get a maid to tie her hair.
But today, Ye Caitang suddenly realized that there was a reflection in the bathroom mirror.
Qin Ruohan held a beautiful red and gold comb in his fair and elegant hand.
Ye Caitang tilted her head in confusion and looked at the comb in Qin Ruohan's big hand.
"Mr. Qin, what are you doing with the comb?"
Could it be what she thought?
Qin Ruohan's long and beautiful eyes flickered as he said expressionlessly,
"I'll braid your hair."
