C480 How Is This Possible?

Ito smiled, got up, and took the towel from him. "Let me help you wash your hair."

Visa looked at him coldly, but did not refuse.

Ito sat him down in a chair and gently brushed his hair. Slowly, Ito put down the towel, bent down, and kissed him on the neck. It was very light, very light, like a feather brush.

Visa slightly closed his eyes and turned his head to the side