You're Pressing on My Hair

However, Lu An was such a person. Although he looked domineering, he was actually very obedient to his wife. He could not bear to see his wife suffer any grievances. What Jin Nian had done for him this afternoon had far exceeded what he wanted. He was extremely touched. He would return this kindness to her a thousand times more gently and sincerely.

After less than three seconds of silence, Jin Nian shouted, "Hair! You're pressing on my hair!"

Lu An carried her and combed her hair with his fingers.

Jin Nian's hair was especially long and the hair quality was very good. The only downside was that Lu An would always press on her hair.

Thus, Lu An learned a little trick.

There was always a black rubber band on his wrist so that he could take off at any time to tie Jin Nian's hair into a neat and cute bun.

This was the moment.