In the past, Tang Han once cut her hair, but later Zuo Mufeng liked long hair, so she gradually let it grow long.
Now, Zuo Mufeng let her lie down, her shoulder-length black hair, with excellent texture.
Tang Han had already gotten used to it, letting Zuo Mufeng take care of her, she couldn't help but relax her body.
Someone like her, who has undergone strict training, finds it very difficult to completely relax.
In this world, the only person who can make her fully relax, without any guard, is Zuo Mufeng.
After washing her hair, Zuo Mufeng dried it for her, looking at her swollen feet, his brows furrowing involuntarily.
Now, Xiao Han couldn't wear her original shoes anymore; she could only wear his.
Zuo Mufeng carefully carried her out; it's still early now, and to avoid radiation, Zuo Mufeng hardly ever uses a hairdryer.
Tang Han originally wanted to read a bit more, but she soon fell asleep, her head resting on Zuo Mufeng's thigh.
