C85 It's Your Turn

The man patiently and carefully blew her hair dry. Huo Yaoting was a little reluctant to part with her silky black hair that went through the coldness and silkiness of her fingertips. His five fingers moved through her black hair again and again.

Ye Xi's hair was very good. The color was the most natural black, and the shape was also the most natural shape. Coupled with her young, delicate