The little one mumbled, "If you really want to help me, then redo my hair!"
After all, with Sister Qingmei in her carriage behind them, the only one she could rely on was the big brother in front of her.
Bai Xuanmo looked down, suspiciously staring at the two disheveled buns on her head.
"Want me to style your hair?"
"Yeah, don't you know how?"
Looking at Bai Zhi'er's bright, sparkling black eyes.
Bai Xuanmo's lips curled up in a boastful smirk, "There's nothing big brother can't do. Turn around, I'll redo it for you."
Bai Zhi'er trustfully turned her back to him.
Bai Xuanmo took off the elaborate beaded flowers and tassels from her head.
The little one's silky black hair immediately draped over her shoulders.
Glossy and lustrous, it was as if tiny pearls had been scattered upon it, like satin.
Bai Xuanmo looked at the soft hair, his expression gradually serious.
Styling hair, it was something he truly didn't know.
