Wen Ran had just sat down in front of the vanity when the door of the study room opened, and Mo Xiuchen's tall figure appeared in the mirror.
Although she had shared a bed with him a week ago, her heart inexplicably skipped a beat at this moment.
The hand holding the comb paused slightly, then slowly began to brush through her hair.
With a graceful stride, Mo Xiuchen walked towards her. Her slender figure reflected in his deep, dark eyes. The closer he got, the stronger her delicate fragrance became, irresistibly filling his lungs and spreading to every cell of his body.
His gaze inadvertently deepened.
"Let me help you."
The man's deep voice echoed in her ears. Wen Ran's hand was immediately caught by his large, robust hand, and her heartbeat lost its rhythm at his touch.