As he finished speaking, a deathly gaze swept across, carrying a chill.
Jiang Yisheng couldn't help but laugh and cry, "Sister-in-law, it's just a normal perm."
His cousin had been glaring at him the whole time, and his little heart couldn't take it.
If he had known, he would have washed his hair before coming over.
Ye Jiuliang saw through his "fear" and assured him with a hearty tone, "Don't mind your cousin, I've got your back."
Li Mochan's expression revealed a hint of helplessness as he picked up the red wine from the table and took a light sip.
Glancing at Li Mochan, then at Ye Jiuliang's bright eyes, Jiang Yisheng found himself inexplicably amused.
He slightly lowered his head to make it easier for Ye Jiuliang to touch his curly mop of hair.
Crystal lights reflected dazzling brightness from several angles, the warm hues casting on the man's handsome profile, his porcelain-white skin tinged with a soft pink, both obedient and adorably dazed.
