A soft and delicate sentence made Lu Xingzhi's heart soften a little.
"I'll sit outside and comb your hair for you."
Lu Xingzhi had a smile in his eyes. Then, he helped her out of the bathroom. It was not until he held Jiang Yao's hand, brought her back to the bed, and let her sit on the edge of the bed that he turned around and took the comb.
The amber-colored comb was held between his fingers. It was too small for his hands, but he did not care about that.
Zhou Weiqi prepared breakfast for them at the small table. When he turned around and saw Lu Xingzhi combing Jiang Yao's hair, he was stunned, as if he had been struck by lightning.
He saw Jiang Yao's head leaning against Lu Xingzhi's body and yawning lazily. Lu Xingzhi supported her head with one hand and held the comb with the other as if he was considering where to start.