The night breeze gently brushed, mixing the scent of shampoo with natural aromas in her hair, blending with the man's breathing.
Smelling that comforting sweet fragrance, his brows involuntarily relaxed a bit. He always felt he had caught this scent somewhere before, as if it could penetrate deep into his bones, inch by inch.
It was enough to make him feel a bit absentminded.
Jiayi grabbed her hair twice, fluffing it up a little, and then smiled with pursed lips, "See, a two-second, purely hand-crafted, air-inspired perm. No need to spend time at the salon. Let's go, Mr. Huo."
He said in a deep voice, "Wait a moment." Upon finishing, he leaned forward, his face approaching hers in a movement that was extremely flirtatious.
The masculine and warm breath brushed past her. Jiayi tensed, her heart pounding hard, only to see him reach around her head with his large hand, helping to sweep a stray lock of hair that had been blown messy to the front of her face.
