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Shu Xin's heart skipped a beat as she lovingly ravaged his clean hair. How could this man's hair be kept so well, so black, so smooth?

In the future, I must ask him how to take care of my hair.

For the sake of the appearance of the person she loved, she had already thought it through. If she did not care about her appearance, who else would she care about?

Nan Mu Ling let out a burp