I Haven't Given You a Perfect Wedding Yet

Qiao Nian was attracted by his novel explanation. She turned around and said casually, "So you're a donkey?"

Ye Wangchuan turned her head again and continued to dry her hair gently. "Whether I'm a donkey or not depends on whether Goddess Qiao has carrots."

Qiao Nian was sleepy from the warm wind. She supported her chin and thought about his question in a daze.

Her hair was not long.

Ye Wangchuan dried it quickly.

He used the rubber band to tie the girl's hair into a ponytail. However, his skills were not good, and he was not familiar with the business. The ponytail was loose, and a few strands had not been tied properly.

"Tsk." Ye Wangchuan clicked his tongue as he looked at the result. He gently took off the rubber band again.

Qiao Nian's black shoulder-length hair fell on her shoulders again like a waterfall. She reached for it herself as if realizing it.