Chapter 920

Yi Jin is naked, with a bath towel around her waist. Her hair is wet, and some of her hair is dripping.

See Ling is still in the room, smile slightly, "come on."

"Well." She looked away uneasily.

"What's the matter, I'm sorry?" He came up to her. "Aren't you going to wipe my hair? I remember the first time I was led to the rental room by sister A. after taking a bath, you took the initiative to dry my hair. "

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

her voice hasn't fallen yet, and he's bent down. "So, OK!"

Suddenly close to the cheek, so that she can not help but startled, a turn of the head, the line of sight can not help but collide with his eyes.

His eyes, as if with some kind of magic, can't help but look again.

Then he put a dry towel in her hands and said, "I like you to dry my hair."

Ling still held the towel almost stiffly, put it on his head, and began to wipe his wet hair.

However, because of the barrier of towel, for a while, it blocked his eyes and made her feel relieved.

In fact, it was not only when she rented the house, but also after she lived in yizhai, she helped him wipe his wet hair many times.

But now I'm doing familiar actions, but I'm totally in a different mood.

After drying her wet hair, Yi Jin ran her fingers through the bangs on his forehead again. "It seems that her hair has grown a little. Why don't you trim it for me?"

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

"Isn't elder sister the one who hates lying the most?" Yi Jin leaves the lip corner micro Yang tunnel, "at the time of renting the house, didn't you also help me trim my hair?"

Ling is still one smothering. He is going to do all the things she did in the rental room again.

Now she regretted that she had done too much in the rental house.

"But there are no tools here." She can only find another excuse.

As a result, he directly asked the servant to bring a complete set of tools used by the professional barber in the barber shop, but she was still speechless.

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

So, she can only hold the most basic comb and ruler to help him trim his hair.

When her fingers passed through his slightly wet hair and the scissors began to trim his hair, suddenly there was a strange feeling.

As if she was really back to the old days, she wiped his hair, and then he sat in the chair obediently and let her trim his hair.

She thought too much. She slipped her hands. The scissors in her hands were about to poke at Yi Jin's neck, and she was stopped by his two fingers.

"Why, does elder sister want my life?" Yi Jin left through the mirror in front of her, looking at Ling in the mirror still asked.

"Hold... I'm sorry, I just lost my mind." She said.