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Xie Qingrong turned around. As expected, her hair was a little messy.

Xuanyuan Chen took out a wooden brush from his bosom, and slowly combed his hair from top to bottom. Xie Qingrong's black hair was extremely smooth and beautiful, it felt like fine brocade, the tail of her hair slowly spread out in his hands, rippling through his heart like water