557 Once again_1
The arrogantly charming Princely Heir threw his comb: "Then you do it yourself!"
"How can you have no patience at all..."
Xingxing...
This...wasn't it said that a husband and wife should harmonize like a piano and harp? Why doesn't her master walk the usual road?
She quickly stepped forward with a headache, grabbed the comb and said: "Princely Heir, let the slave do it, usually it's the slave who combs the Madam's hair!"
While speaking, she took out some osmanthus hair oil from a box next to the dressing table, smeared it on Su Luo's hair, making it much smoother when combed.
Moreover, whenever she combed the lower part of the hair, Xingxing would hold the top of Su Luo's head, so it wouldn't pull on the scalp and it wouldn't hurt!