C92 Emperor Confining Pet 29

Shen Yan put down the book in his hand, picked up the tea and poured it into the incense burner.

Instantly, the smoke was extinguished.

His ink-black hair fell down to his shoulders. These few days, Nangong Han did not come. He did not know how to wrap his hair and did not want the palace maids to help him, so he let it loose.

His black hair contrasted with his white skin