Wear?

Qinghui didn't actually listen to this man's words much, just squinted and leaned into his arms.

Then subconsciously responded.

Sheng Moyuan lowered his eyes and looked at Qinghui's side face.

Her appearance is particularly delicate and beautiful, quite dusty, with a temperament that people dare not touch.

It seems that reaching out to her is a blasphemy against her.

Sheng Moyuan's crimson lips pursed slightly.

Reaching out, the snow-white fingertips gently put on Qinghui's cheek, touched it gently, and after feeling the cold temperature on the other party's body, he took his hand back and gathered the hair in her ear.

It felt a little itchy, and Qinghui turned his head slightly to the side uncomfortably.

I heard his faint voice ringing in my ears.

"Don't move."

Then the light blue hairband that Qinghui tied his hair at will was pulled away by Sheng Moyuan.

Qinghui's half-squinted eyes opened slightly, leaning softly against him, and in this position, he glanced at his face.

I didn't listen to him because I thought about it, and then I was quite comfortable by his soft and warm fingertips.

Finally, he pursed his lips slightly, a little lazy, and leaned back again.

Forget it, it seems to be quite comfortable, so I won't move.

Qinghui thought so in his heart.

The hair has already been fully collected by Sheng Moyuan into his hands.

The long black hair is silky with a faint camellia scent.

It should be the smell of the essential oil used for Qinghui.

Faint, mixed with the sweet taste on her body, made Sheng Moyuan a little in a trance.

Watch her fingertips weave back and forth between her jet-black hair.

Finally, the fingers flexibly and lightly pulled a bun for Qinghui's hair, and gently inserted the hairpin he had just picked into Qinghui's hair and fixed it.

Jet-black hair, jade-white hairpins, and various light-colored gemstones on top.

The dusty breath of Qinghui is lined with a little more of the rich atmosphere of the world.

The hair was fixed, Qinghui raised her hand and gently touched her hair, and when she touched the slightly cool hairpin, she sighed softly.

Sheng Moyuan's eyes were a little happy, and his fingers unconsciously wrapped around a strand of Qinghui's hair.

Gently run it back and forth with your fingertips.

Looking at Qinghui looking up, those lazy eyes looked at him, and blinked like this, "Good-looking? ”

Sheng Moyuan responded, "It's good-looking." ”

No one in the world is like you...... Not as good as the wife.

Qinghui answered, yawned lazily again, like a lazy cat, and said in a low voice, "It's just that I don't know how to hairpin." ”

When Sheng Moyuan heard this, his fingertips paused slightly, and finally he leaned over and spoke, "In the future, I'll help you, okay?" ”

Qinghui responded softly and in a low voice.

The light in Sheng Moyuan's eyes was even brighter, and he didn't know what it was like for a while.

At this time, the menu came up.

Seeing the intimate posture of the two, they were all stunned.

Qinghui didn't feel anything, only Sheng Moyuan was a little uncomfortable.

But looking at the sleepiness in Qinghui's eyes, in the end, he still didn't mean to dodge.

Let Qinghui lean on his body.

The shopkeeper was only surprised for a second.

I really can't see that a person like Qinghui is so intimate with a man in private, thinking so in his heart, he quickly put down the dishes in his hand.