Bai Xiaoxiao looked at the handsome face of Luo Haofeng in the mirror, his smiling eyes and brows, and a layer of warmth unconsciously flooded her heart.
Her water-like eyes unknowingly softened.
"Okay."
Not rejecting Luo Haofeng's thoughtfulness, Bai Xiaoxiao smiled at the mirror.
Enjoying his service.
After all, it wasn't Luo Haofeng's first time combing her hair. He gently held a strand of her long hair with one hand, while the other large hand held an exquisitely small comb.
The comb teeth gently glided through her black, smooth hair with practiced ease, each stroke filled with his deep affection for her.
The air in the bedroom was tinged with a faint happiness.
The mirror reflected a happy scene of the two, and not far behind them, a soft laugh came from the baby crib.
The little mouth grinning, melting hearts with its cuteness.
Bai Xiaoxiao happened to see that scene, and a gentle smile immediately touched her eyes, "Lingling laughed."
