Tang Yanqi lowered her head somehow, she couldn't remember, only felt the warm water streaming through her hair and onto her scalp, followed by Sheng Jianan's slightly cool fingers weaving through her strands.
Sheng Jianan didn't actually intend to wash Tang Yanqi's hair, the earlier remark of disdain was merely for lack of any true disdainful reason.
But as his fingers lightly touched Tang Yanqi's hair and a slew of shampoo lathered into foam, Young Master Sheng suddenly found himself swept up in playful excitement, eyebrows raised, lips slightly curved, his hands like kneading dough.
Tang Yanqi's hair hung loose with a nice verticality, yet felt incredibly soft to the touch. Sheng Jianan couldn't stop rubbing, the smile on his lips deepening without him even realizing.
Fortunately, there was no one else here now, otherwise, if anyone saw his current appearance, comparing it to a shock would be an understatement.
