Without this, Ding Bao opened the drawer again, and the top drawer box was stuffed with colorful hair ribbons.

"Lord Cen, pick one you like."

Cen Yao lowered his eyes, looked at the dazzling ribbons, and said nothing.

Maybe it was because the man was not good at expressing himself, and he was also a moody lord, so he closed the door of the drawer after being silent for a long time, followed by picking up the jade comb on the table, and handed it to Ding Bao.

"Use this, comb it for me."

What a thing.

Ding Bao frowned, and looked at the comb handed over by the man without moving.

In the past, others helped her fix her hair, and when she could use it herself, she would need to do it herself.

With such long hair, she doesn't have the energy to comb it from top to bottom.

But when Cen Yao said so, Ding Bao picked up the comb and casually pulled it twice on his hair.

"Okay, the wind and snow outside have stopped, and Lord Cen can go."

——

On the spacious dark bed, the man rolled over, and after a period of silence, he finally got up expressionlessly, leaning his back against the bed railing and looking down at the things in his hand.

The jade hairpin, a barely visible crack on the hairpin, a slight flaw to the touch, no way, he has found the best craftsman, but he still can't completely repair this trace.

The hosta feels slightly cool to the touch.

The man's face was tense, and his black hair hung down, covering most of his fair face.

After a while, he got up and got out of bed, and took out the pink and white palace robe from the box under the bed.

In the darkness, the man's tall figure slowly became thin and low, and finally put on a well-made and perfect mask, and changed into the palace dress.

The long night is bright and the moon is sparse.

Ding Bao sent Cen Yao away and went to bed, and when the snow rose again, he was already asleep.

Therefore, when someone whispered in her ear, Ding Bao woke up, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Su Sleeve's face hidden in the shadows, as well as those deep black eyes.

For a moment, Ding Bao's brain froze, and he subconsciously felt that in this era when Cheng Jing was allowed before the founding of the People's Republic of China, Su Sleeve, who died tragically, came to her to catch up.

My mind was spinning a thousand times, and my face was a little nervous.

Hell she's the first time, what to do?

"Su Sleeve, why don't you go to him, why are you looking for me?"

There is a debtor and a debtor, and it was Cen Yao who killed her, not her Ding Bao!

As soon as the words fell, Su Sleeve, who was standing next to the bed, was puzzled.

"Sister, what do you say?"

Sister?

Ding Bao came to his senses, sat up from the bed with a "rub", tried to look at the person standing in front of him with wide eyes, and finally realized what was going on, the whole person was not good.

"Ah...... I'm dreaming. Su Sleeve, why are you here? Are you feeling better? ”

"I sweated a lot better tonight, and I thought that the night was cold and dewy tonight, and I was afraid that the people around me would not take good care of you, so I came directly."

After speaking, she looked at Ding Bao again, her willow eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if she was worried.

"Sister, your hair hasn't dried yet, be careful that you have a headache tomorrow."

Boy.

Ding Bao understood that this dog man didn't sleep and cosplay in the middle of the night, just to find an upright reason to comb her hair.

Absolutely.

Tossing people is still Cen Yao's specialty.

Just to comb her hair, she was able to come up with this trick.

There is no way, he himself is not too troublesome, Ding Bao has nothing to say, he can only sit in front of the mirror with a bitter face, and let Cen Yao wipe and comb her hair with a huff.