C217 Was That Her Fault

Mr. Zhou clumsily wet her hair in the bathroom while letting out hot water. However, after a short while, he had mastered some techniques.

Xin Ran's body sank into the warm water, gently washing her hair just right. Her fingers on her hair seemed to crush his entire being into the depths of her heart. No, that habit seemed to carve his gentleness into the depths of her soul.

At that moment