Su Qianmo gradually lost himself and indulged in his tenderness......

After a long time, he slowly let go of her, there was a trace of passion in his dark eyes that had not faded, and the jade fingers of the bones were casually and gently touched Su Qianmo's slightly messy green silk.

"What did you just say?"

Nangong Yehua's fingertips casually rubbed Su Qianmo's lips, and her eyes stared at her directly, as if she would kiss her if she dared to open her mouth in the next second.

Su Qianmo's eyes trembled, he shook his head, and had no choice but to pass with his eyes: Master, spare me once!

She promises no next time!

This guy is too domineering, and he will kiss when he doesn't agree.

"Be good, help your husband change your clothes and wash up." As he spoke, he got up and helped her up, looking very attentive and wanting to change her clothes and wash up.

"Don't." She is not a three-year-old child, Su Qianmo pursed her lips, and her little hand wanted to pat his hand away.

"Nangong Yehua, don't ruin my reputation!"

She didn't promise to have a relationship with him, and he even called himself a 'husband'.

"Don't move, if you want to do it again......" The movement of his hands did not stop, still busy.

When the words fell, Su Qianmo didn't even have the courage to move now, so he simply let him go.

The King of Tombs is worthy of being the King of Tombs, and his movements are flawless in one go.

"Sit down!"

His tone could not be denied.

Su Qianmo sat in front of the dresser, looked up at him and said, "What are you going to do?" ”

Nangong Yehua's deep eyes were full of deep doting, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he smiled lightly: "Comb your hair for your husband." ”

After speaking, he took out a comb and began to comb Su Qianmo's hair......

Su Qianmo was suddenly surprised, His Royal Highness the dignified King of Tombs actually wanted to comb her hair for her?!

I couldn't help but laugh.

However, after a while......

Was he sure he was combing her hair?

It's just murder, okay!

Su Qianmo looked at the hair that had been torn off by him......

"Shhh

"Nangong Yehua, you did it on purpose!"

This guy doesn't want to take revenge on her, right?

Nangong Yehua heard Su Qianmo's shout, and the hand that was as white as jade shook again, tearing off several hairs.

Su Qianmo looked at the hair that had fallen off the ground, and said angrily: "Nangong Yehua, I can't spare you!" ”

"I'm sorry, Momo, this king hurt you, right?"

Nangong Yehua looked at her with a distressed face, with a hint of self-reproach in her eyes.

Sure enough, I still don't have the talent to comb my hair.

"You ,......" when he was in a rage......

Su Qianmo raised his eyes and looked into his eyes, which were full of loneliness and self-blame.

Su Qianmo stared at him like this, his heart suddenly softened, and a touch of softness crossed his eyes, which he had never even noticed.

The tone was quite soothing: "Actually, you have done a good job, after all, it is the first time......

As she spoke, she raised her hand and combed her own hairstyle, simple but elegant.

In her previous life, she learned a few ancient hairstyles on a whim, and even if Cai'er is not around now, she can do it by herself.

Nangong Yehua lowered his eyes, and an undetectable smile flashed in his eyes: "You don't have to comfort this king, this king knows that the comb is not good." ”

Su Qianmo saw him lowering his eyes, as if he was very depressed, her dark eyes moved, and she said something very contrary to her will: "I didn't lie to you, it's no good to lie to you, you are really well combed, almost perfect." ”