Washing her hair

Shen chengjing followed him back. Seeing what he was doing, she walked up to him.

"Come here and sit down." Mo Yanchen walked forward and pulled her over, as if he was ready.

He washed her hair skillfully, as if he had practiced it several times.

"How's the strength?" He asked.

"Yes, harder." Mo Yancheng did as she said.

Who knew that the water would spill out and wet his pants! Mo Yancheng looked at his reflection in the mirror, then at her small face, and his lips curled up into a smile.

He wanted to leave a mark on her every moment of her life. That way, no matter what she did, she would think of him!

Well, this way, she wouldn't look at others! Just like how she looked at McGrady tonight, she only said a few words and stopped communicating! This was a very good sign.

"Yiya." At this moment, Lin Qinghui and Ye Feng arrived. They didn't see her, so they came in to look for her.