Qin Yu picked up the comb and looked at the small person on the bed no bigger than a hand's palm, truly clueless about where to start.
He worried about not controlling his strength properly and feared hurting her.
On the broad and comfortable bed, a large and a small figure were at a standoff.
The man's austere brows furrowed, his face, usually cool and handsome, now appeared more severe; holding the comb, his expression was even more solemn than when making decisions at the Qin corporation's board meetings.
Ah Da, seeing no movement from Qin Yu for a while, couldn't help but turn around, only to be forcibly spun back by her nape being pinched, followed by a low reprimand from the man.
"Don't move."
Under one's dominant and overbearing manner, Ah Da could only sit obediently, her eyes rolling around twice, wondering if she had guessed right that Qin Yu actually didn't know how to comb hair...
