Aunt Zhou responded with a smile, carrying the basin of water used for washing hands, and walked out.
Pei Shenyan smiled, turning back to look at Li Yuwen.
Li Yuwen gave a slight cough, lifted her chin, and with an air of nonchalance, walked to the dressing table to brush her hair.
Although she still had her aloof fairy-like demeanor, the shyness on her face revealed her inner embarrassment.
A rosy blush rose on her fair face, reaching all the way to her earlobes.
Her small earlobes were as red as coral beads.
Li Yuwen's hair was long and thick.
Having rolled in the warm bed, her hair, dried by the bedding, got tangled, and she couldn't untangle a lock of it no matter how hard she tried.
Li Yuwen was anxious and tugged at it forcefully.
Pei Shenyan walked over to her, "If you pull like this, your hair will break, and it'll hurt your scalp." He took her comb, "Let me help you comb your hair."
