"My hair is itchy. I want to wash my hair." Her hand was oily. She really could not take it. Ye Tingyun walked over. She had scratched her hair until it became a chicken's nest. Ye Tingyun looked at her dejected face and messy hair.
"Still very pretty."
Ye Chu straightened her face. Are you blind?
"My head is very itchy. I want to wash my hair."
Ye Tingyun was still thinking of a way to deny her request. Ye Chu scratched her hair irritably again. Ye Tingyun was defeated. "Alright, I'll wash your hair."
Washing Ye Chu's hair for her was his most difficult task. It already exceeded bathing her, although he had never bathed her. When he washed her hair every time, he wanted to cut her hair off.
Her hair was thick and long.