Ye Muyu paused for a moment and spoke her heart.
Chu Heng couldn't help but hug her: "Alright, then all my belts will be yours in the future, and we'll be together for a long time."
"Mm." Ye Muyu buried her head in his chest, quietly enjoying the warmth of the moment between the two of them. She then raised her head, patted his shoulder: "Alright, it's getting late, let's go out for dinner."
Chu Heng unhappily drooped his mouth, "I haven't combed your hair yet. I want to enjoy the joy of combing your hair. You can't be biased, can you?"
Ye Muyu touched the tip of her nose, not having thought of this, much less that Chu Heng would have this idea: "Are you sure?"
"Of course, I've long wanted to comb your hair." Chu Heng took the comb from the dressing table, looked at her long hair, and his eyes were filled with a spoiled smile: "From now on, I'll comb your hair, got it?"
"...Got it." Ye Muyu didn't mind his clumsy movements, even though it hurt a bit.
