"If this king wiped your hair for the princess, would you help this king wipe her hair" He knew her temperament, and rashly called her to help someone do something similar to a subordinate, how could she agree

Put a knife to her neck, and she may not give in

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About her personality.

"This gift is still exchanged, if you help me, I will naturally help you." Jing Qingran frowned, nodded and said, and then said: "The premise is that you have to help me wipe it first"

"Yes." He said lightly, and got up to get the towel.

"If you cut corners, then the princess can also cut corners for you." Jing Qingran seemed to remind him again.

"This king is not this kind of insincere person, princess, this king thinks, you shouldn't be either." replied to her lightly and sat down behind her.

"This princess is naturally not." Jing Qingran nodded, and she could feel her long hair being picked up by him, and then rubbed it with a towel.

"It's fine." He wiped her hair with a towel as he replied to her words.

Izuki's hair is long and smooth, and her hair is black.

He held the white veil in his hand, and learned the way his subordinates wiped his own hair, and wiped her hair.

In this era, both men and women have long hair, and after washing their hair, their hair is dried with a handkerchief.

She went back to him, the handkerchief in his hand touched her hair, he rubbed it carefully, and she actually enjoyed the feeling, as if she liked her hair to be dried by him

This picture, if the subordinates see it, the subordinates will not believe it, when will the wise and martial prince of his own family help others wipe their hair, his hair is wiped by others, how can he help others wipe their hair

Jing Qingran doesn't have much idea of being inferior to her, she thinks so, her husband wipes his wife's hair, it's normal at present, they are a couple, yes

After a long time, Jing Qingran's hair was almost dried by him.

"Can the princess help the king," he asked her lightly.

"Yes." She nodded happily, everyone helped her, did she have to refuse

So, the two turned around.

"Go get a towel, this one is already wet." Mu Zhengchen saw that she was still going to wipe her hair with the towel he had just helped her wipe, and reminded her lightly.

"Oh." Jing Qingran felt that this was a bit unhygienic, she nodded, got up and went to change the towel.

Then, in the light of the candlelight, she helped him wipe his hair behind him, thinking that he had just wiped his hair for herself, she wiped it carefully and seriously.

This picture can faintly reveal a bit of warmth.

"Lord, your hair is too long, longer than the hair of this princess," Jing Qingran said.

"This king has lived a few years longer than you, and this hair has always been kept and never cut." He said.

He is almost twenty-two, Jing Qingran is eighteen, and the difference between the two is four years. In ancient times, the parents did not dare to damage the hair and skin of the body, so people in this era never cut their hair, and they did not see barber shops on the street

"Well, have you ever thought about losing some of this hair," Jing Qingran began.

"Never." He replied. Cutting off the hair, except for becoming a monk, nothing else has been considered.

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