As soon as Wen Ran sat down in front of the dressing table, he heard the door of the study open and Mo Xiuchen's tall figure appeared in the mirror.

Although she had already spent the same bed with him a week ago, her heart was still inexplicably jumping.

The hand holding the comb paused slightly before slowly combing his hair.

Mo Xiuchen walked towards her with elegant steps, and her slender figure reflected in her dark pupils. The closer she got, the stronger the faint fragrance lingering between her nose, and irresistible to penetrate into his lungs through her breath and spread to every cell.

His eyes couldn't help but feel a little deep.

"I'll help you."

The man's low voice penetrated into his eardrums, and his gentle hand was immediately grabbed by a wide palm. Her heartbeat and suddenly became chaotic in his touch.

The shocked and wide-open Qinghongshui looked at the handsome face of the man in the mirror, and then she realized that the words "I'll help you" just now, she refused without thinking: "No, I'll comb myself."

He took another half step forward, and her back suddenly stiffened. His body almost touched her back. Through the fabric, she could clearly feel his temperature. A thin layer of powder suddenly appeared on her fair cheeks, and her heartbeat became even more messy.

"Do you still remember what I said during the day?"

Mo Xiuchen's wide palm wrapped her little hand, neither letting go nor forcing her to snatch the wooden comb from her hand. She just held it like that, with neither light nor heavy force, but she couldn't break free. The heat in his palm passed through her skin and rushed to the point of dirt. She felt that the blood in her body became hot.

She hurriedly hinted herself, don't be nervous, this man is sick and will not do anything to herself.

"We are husband and wife, we have to live together for the rest of our lives, we are not strangers, you have to get used to me."

Unexpectedly, Mo Xiuchen took the initiative to say, his low magnetic voice smudged layer by layer in the spacious and quiet master bedroom, and finally formed a large, airtight net, covering Wen Ran.

A little warmth and a little touching in her heart, and she couldn't describe her own emotions. She just grabbed the comb's hand and unknowingly relaxed her strength.

Mo Xiuchen successfully took the comb in her hand, let go of her hand, and his deep eyes paused in the mirror, and his blushing face for a moment, and then slowly helped her to comb her hair.

Wen Ran sat on the chair stiffly, not daring to move. Qinghong's water eyes fixedly looked at the man in the mirror, watching him comb his hair gently, and slid down from the top of his head with a comb with his big palm and then returned. However, he did it naturally, and her heart was filled with a layer of fine softness.

Thinking of what Zhang's mother told her during the days of his business trip, her soft heart felt a little sad. How could God be so unfair to such an excellent and perfect man, and that he would suffer so much pain and hurt from childhood to adulthood.

"Mo Xiuchen!"

With a soft call, red lips couldn't help but overflow.

"Um!"

The man's low magnetic voice was above her head. He looked down at her hair, and at the same time, he looked at her in the mirror with deep and gentle eyes.

"Well, give me a comb, you go and take a shower. You must have not had a good rest when you are on a business trip. I took a shower and took a break early."
Chapter completed!