Yi Jinli was naked, with a bath towel around her waist, her hair was wet, and there were some water droplets.

Seeing Ling Yiran in the room, he smiled slightly, "Here you come."

"Yeah." She looked away with discomfort.

"What's wrong, sorry?" He walked to her, "Aren't you going to help me wipe my hair? I remember the first time I was taken to a rental house by my sister. After taking a shower, you took the initiative to help me dry my hair."

"You are too tall and it's not convenient to wipe your hair, but you're still..."

Before her voice could be finished, he had already bent down, "Then this is OK!"

The sudden approaching cheek made her startled, and when she turned her head, her eyes could not help but bump into his eyes.

His eyes seemed to have some magic power, which made people unable to help but look at them again and again.

Then his hands put a dry towel into her hands, "I like you to help me dry my hair."

Ling Yiran almost stiffly took the towel, covered the towel on his head, and began to wipe his wet hair.

However, because of the barrier of the towel, it blocked his gaze for a moment, making her feel relieved.

In fact, not only when she was renting a house, but later she lived in Yizhai, she also helped him wipe his wet hair many times.

But now I am doing familiar actions, but I feel completely different.

After drying the wet hair, Yi Jinli stroked the bangs on his forehead with his fingers, "The hair seems to be a little longer, why don't you trim your hair for me again."

"You can find a professional barber to trim your hair, I won't." She almost subconsciously refused.

"Don't sister hate lying the most?" Yi Jinli said with a slight tilt, "When you were renting a house, didn't you trim your hair for me?"

Ling Yiran was suffocated. He was preparing to do all the things she had done in the rental house again.

She regretted it now, and she did too much in the rental house.

"But there are no tools here." She could only find other excuses.

As a result, he directly asked the servant to bring a complete set of tools used by professional barbershops, and Ling was still speechless.

There are many tools here, she can't use them at all.

So she could only help him trim his hair with the most basic comb and ruler.

As her fingers passed through his slightly wet hair and scissors began to trim his hair, she suddenly felt a strange feeling.

It was as if she had really returned to the past, she helped him wipe his hair, and then he sat obediently on the chair and let her trim his hair.

She was too confused and she slipped her hand and the scissors in her hand were almost poked into Yi Jinli's neck, but were intercepted by his two fingers.

"What, do you want my life?" Yi Jinli asked through the mirror in front of him, looking at Ling Yiran in the mirror.
Chapter completed!