Old Wounds

The large long hands that had took care of her hair was unbearably gentle. Li ZiChen leathered the soap on his hands with a great care, the bubbles that touched her hair even felt lightweight, as if those tender touches had been warned to be in their place and never cross the line to harm the owner of the hair. 

AiLin's eyes were closed, her body utterly relaxed. 

Perhaps because her body was relaxed that she couldn't help the words that came out from her mouth. She had muttered aloud, "It's my first time ever having my hair washed by someone else." 

Li ZiChen's eyes flickered, "Not even Mrs Jiang?"