Sitting in front of the mirror, He Anjia looked at herself in the mirror, she didn't dare to think that one day she would willingly remove her dreadlocks, and ...... It's also for the people you care about.

He was already tearing off his braids, which made Chongyan inexplicably a little nervous, he licked his lower lip, raised his hands, and didn't dare to do it for a long time.

He Anjia looked at Chongyan from the mirror and asked, "Why don't you do it yet?" ”

"I...... I ......"

He just felt that dreadlocks were very important to He Anjia, and she must have made a lot of determination to make such a request to him.

He Anjia gave himself to him so relieved, and he must work hard to live up to her.

But He Anjia didn't think about him, her eyes narrowed: "You don't think my braids are dirty, right?" ”

Replay his wrongs!

He Anjia said ashamedly and annoyedly: "What I said let you dismantle is that I won't tie it up in the future, I wash my hair very diligently, and there is no oil and no dandruff." ”

He paused, and finally dared to make a move.

Wisps by wisp, re-Yan slowly dismantled, for fear of hurting her.

He Anjia also waited patiently, and stared intently at the re-Yan in the mirror, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

After nearly an hour, Chongyan finished dismantling the last strand of He Anjia's dreadlocks.

He Anjia looked at herself in her glasses, "I'll go to the yard to wash my hair." ”

The cold water she used, Chongyan took a dry towel in her hand, and asked the palace maid for a large bucket of hot water, which was quietly mixed into the wooden basin where He Anjia washed her hair.

Sensing that the water temperature was rising little by little, He Anjia closed his eyes and asked, "Chongyan, is it you?" ”

Chongyan squatted beside her and said "um" while adding water.

He Anjia smiled.

After washing his hair, He Anjia wrapped his hair and returned to the room with Chongyan.

After Chongyan took off his shoes, He Anjia wiped his hair clean, and sat on the edge of the bed.

Chongyan's eyes paused for a moment, this was the first time he had seen He Anjia tear off his dreadlocks......

He Anjia brushed her thick, dark hair, ready to climb into bed.

It's been like this these days, she sleeps inside, and she sleeps outside.

"Why do you think of me like that?"

He Anjia subconsciously touched something on his face: "Is there anything on my face?" ”

Seeing that Chongyan didn't speak, He Anjia was uneasy and decided to go down to look in the mirror.

"Nope."

After he finished speaking, the roots of his ears turned red, and he lowered his head and didn't dare to look directly into He Anjia's eyes.

He Anjia didn't notice the roots of his ears that had turned red, and leaned up and asked, "Then why don't you even look at me?" ”

Chongyan won't say that it's because He Anjia is really beautiful after removing the dreadlocks, and he feels that He Anjia's flower is really a loss to be inserted on his lump of cow dung......

"Why are your ears so red?"

He Anjia touched the tip of his ear with the back of his hand, and Chongyan jumped up as if he had been stimulated by something.

No, no, No, He Anjia has become so gentle all of a sudden, he is really not used to it.

After thinking about it with anxiety, he finally thought of a way to reassure himself, and he pouted at He Anjia without warning.

He Anjia frowned: "??? ”

If this guy dares to fart in her face, he's dead!

Chongyan bit the hem of his shirt: "He Anjia, you still beat me up, you become like a different person, I am not sure." ”