Adjusting herself in the chair, she was just about to redo her hair when the elastic band on her wrist was taken.
Tang Li was about to turn her head when she heard Song Baiyan tell her to turn around.
Realizing what he was going to do, Tang Li cooperatively turned her body to the other side.
Holding the edge of the chair with both hands, she couldn't help but smile.
Growing up, in Tang Li's memory, only Tang Yin had done her hair, and that was before she was ten.
Her hair wasn't particularly long.
Removing the elastic and hair clip, her hair hung just over her shoulders.
She could still smell the sweet scent of honey shampoo.
What took Tang Li a few seconds took Song Baiyan about two minutes, and he accidentally pulled her scalp. Given his lack of experience, Tang Li silently endured it.
As the strands piled up at the back of her neck were gathered, Tang Li felt the weight shifting to the top of her head.
A bad premonition emerged.
