Don't be too sweet

Chapter 886 Face Can Fry Eggs ([-])
Chapter 886 Face Can Fry Eggs ([-])

Probably Yang Jiu has never driven a woman before, and therefore, although his body was full of momentum before, his breath was clean and cold.

But now... There is an aura of restraint (harmony) on him, and when facing him directly, that kind of feeling is simply overwhelming!

"Not happy?" Yang Jiu asked back.

"No," He Shanshan immediately shook her head, and took the clothes from Yang Jiu.

She quickly put on her clothes and fastened her belt, her hair was uncombed and uncombed.

She was rushing to the dressing table with her head down, and there was an extra hand in front of her, and that bony hand was still holding a water glass.

He Shanshan: "..."

"Your voice is a bit hoarse," Yang Jiu said directly.

He Shanshan's body froze all of a sudden, she was a little stunned, and more of it was... an inexplicable excitement with her fingers trembling slightly.

She couldn't help but glanced at Yang Jiu, it wasn't his fault that her voice was hoarse.

"Drink water," Yang Jiu urged.

Although Yang Jiu's expression is still indifferent, she can still feel the concern under the indifference.

Maybe it's true that they are husband and wife, so she can more and more feel that Yang Jiu treats her differently from others?
He Shanshan took the water, still sat in front of the dressing table, casually drank the warm water in the glass, and reached for a wooden comb.

Yang Jiu reached out and took the wooden comb first.

"Why don't you comb it first," He Shanshan stood up, her face can be fried with eggs now, if she can avoid it, let's avoid it first.

Yang Jiu's other free hand pressed He Shanshan's shoulder to prevent her from getting up, and the hand holding the comb combed her hair.

He Shanshan was startled, raised her head, and met the eyes of the person behind her in the mirror.

Embarrassed, she hurriedly looked away.

"Can you comb women's hair?" He Shanshan asked back.

"Your usual hairstyle is fine," Yang Jiu opened and closed her thin lips, and the comb in her hand was already moving.

He Shanshan lost control again, and the deer bumped wildly on her chest.

He Shanshan is lazy. On weekdays, when she combs her hair by herself, she just combs her hair smooth, then grabs the front hair and tie it with a hair tie at the back of her head, while the hair at the back of her head hangs freely.

Of course, after getting married, she started to wear her hair up, and she never let it down.

But in fact, she likes the feeling of hair down.

And Yang Jiu's normal hair is the kind He Shanshan likes.

"Uh... I'm a little lady now, can I comb this..." He Shanshan asked with uncertainty.

She actually likes the feeling of letting her hair down.

Yang Jiu nodded: "You can do whatever you want."

He Shanshan's eyes lit up: "Thank you."

"No need," a look of displeasure flashed across Yang Jiuying's eyes, so fast that it was hard to catch, it flashed by.

He didn't like her thanking him.

He Shanshan grabbed the strands of black hair that were hanging down. She specially maintained her long hair so well, and she also felt that it would be a pity not to let it loose.

"This headband is not my original." He Shanshan noticed that the silk headband on her head, like the simple and elegant clothes on her body, was of milky white color.

"Is my outfit today too plain?" He Shanshan began to struggle again. When her mother saw it, she would definitely say: It's unlucky for a woman to be pretty and filial.

In fact, she quite likes dressing up like this today.

"As you wish," Yang Jiu looked at He Shanshan in the mirror, nodded in satisfaction, and then took out a hairpin in the shape of a comb and fixed it in her hair.

He Shanshan couldn't help reaching out to touch the back of her head, she couldn't see what the hairpin looked like, she was curious about what it looked like.

(End of this chapter)