"How could that be? Xiaoxuan just had some work-related questions to ask me, and so we chatted for a bit," An Lan said, half crying and half laughing. Huo Zhanting huffed silently in his heart. Everyone knew what An Xuan was thinking, but he didn't say it outright. Instead, he pulled An Lan to sit on the bed with him.
An Lan was momentarily stunned by the sight of the metal items on the bed.
"Why have you taken these out?"
"Lanlan, let me do your hair. I just looked it up, and in ancient times, husbands would often do their wives' hair," Huo Zhanting said as he pulled her in front of the vanity, pressed down on her shoulders to seat her, and began combing her hair with a sandalwood brush through the reflection in the mirror. An Lan, who was feeling the onset of sleepiness, suddenly wasn't sleepy at all.
"Do you know how to do hair?"
