Roasted sweet potatoes in winter

Lin Hanxing then remembered that something like this had happened during dinner last night.

&Quot; ah Xiao, help me comb my hair. I'm going to take a nap. &Quot;

After passing the comb to Lei Xiao, Lin Hanxing wrapped his arms around his waist and closed his eyes.

Thunder valiant wore a helpless expression.

He had no choice but to help her comb her hair.

Her soft, seaweed-like, slightly curly hair was quickly braided into a loose fishtail braid in Lei Xiao's hands. A few strands of loose hair that were not braided in time spread out by her cheeks, adding a girlish feeling to her.

Lei Xiao looked down at Lin Hanxing, who still had his eyes closed.

Her long, thick eyelashes cast a shadow on her face like a small fan.

She didn't have any makeup on her fair and clean face, and even her lips were the most natural red.

How could his wife be so beautiful?