Feeling Xiaofan's skilled technique, along with those gentle movements, Shen Zuimo surprisingly found a very familiar sensation. His eyes naturally closed.
It was strange, how did he know what kind of shampooing method I liked, and how did he know the strength I needed? Also, why did his hands feel so familiar?
"How is it, still that familiar feeling, right?"
"Have you washed my hair before?"
"Yeah, when you were shot and couldn't touch water, you even forced me to wash it for you with a knife, and you wouldn't let me look. You were so lazy back then, you even wanted me to feed you..."
"Nonsense."
Another strange yet warm scene. Why does this guy's words describe the kind of life I long for? If everything were true, then even if it's him, perhaps I could accept it.
What if? This is all true, and it has already happened.
He washed my hair, blew it dry, and then let the stylist create some curls. The whole aura was immediately elevated to the extreme.
