She was slightly stunned, not knowing why.

But in the next second, his bony palm rose and landed on her hair, like jade's slender fingers passing through her black hair, and the warm touch penetrated her limbs through her scalp. Her pupils shrank, her body suddenly stiffened and she couldn't move, and even her breathing was tightened.

"In that case, it is necessary for this king to show you how stupid you really are."

Before the words fell, his dexterous fingertips had already moved, picked up a tuft of hair, twisted it a few times, and fixed it with a white jade belt, and repeated it several times, and the dusty flying moon bun was actually displayed in front of him. In the end, he didn't choose to shake it, nor did he use the crown of his hair, but randomly picked up a bunch of flowers made of jade beads on the dressing table and fastened it on her bun.

She didn't even have time to be ashamed to be shocked by his wonderful workmanship. If this man is placed in modern times, he is definitely a world-renowned hairstylist!

The woman in the mirror has red cheeks and slightly trembling eyelashes.

And he, because he was standing, couldn't see the look on his face clearly, and could only see a vague figure, as beautiful as a fairy.

"Thank you, Lord Wang." Although she was reluctant, she had to admit that compared to him, she didn't seem to be able to handle anything. But I couldn't help but feel a little sour in my heart, the smile of the neon dress flashed in her mind, and her thin lips pursed slightly: "The prince has practiced a lot on weekdays, so he is so skilled in pulling a woman's hair in a bun, right?" ”