If Bai Ruozhu knew what Jiang Yichun was thinking at the moment, she would definitely feel she was being wronged. In her past modern life, she had short hair, and after transmigrating here, she had to learn the simplest form of hair binding. She had never combed anyone else's hair except her own, let alone the hair of a man she had never interacted with before.
Her own hair was tied behind her head, while Jiang Yichun's was almost at the top of his head. She had genuinely no experience, plus the horse carriage was a bit shaky, how could she not pull Jiang Yichun's hair painfully?
In the end, she was almost crying with anxiety, "What should I do? I don't know how to do it."
Jiang Yichun couldn't help but laugh at her defeatist demeanor, but his laughter was hidden behind his mask since he didn't remove it.
"Forget it, I'll do it myself." Although he wanted to enjoy the process of Ruozhu combing his hair, it was just too…
Alright, this girl needs more practice in the future.