C291 Say It Again

However, the moment I moved, Ling Mofann grabbed my waist again.

"Your hair is already so long."

He lay down on his back and hooked up a strand of my hair, which I had hung down, and sniffed it at the tip of his nose.

"It's been three years. Can it not be long?" I obediently lay back on his chest.

"Three years …"

Ling Mofann seemed to be talking to himself