C116 Other Intent

Xue Hee was already half a head lower than Han Qichen, and now that she lowered her head again, Han Qichen was standing in front of her hair.

Her black hair was bright and long. There was a small whirlpool on the top of her head and a few strands of hair hanging down in a disorderly fashion.

Han Qichen couldn't help but reach out his hand to pin her hair back up. However