C838 Proposal of Marriage

Xiaoyu: "…"

"Come, let me comb your hair." Dongfang Yexuan picked up his jade comb and slowly combed his black hair.

Black hair fell from his fingertips.

A faint fragrance wafted in the air.

He took out a white ribbon and tied it at the bottom of his hair.

Xiaoyu followed his movements and looked at her hair.

"That's it?"

"Mm, that's good