Chapter 278 I Will Help You Comb Your Hair

"My head hurts a little." Song Wuyou frowned slightly.

"Lie down and rest." Gu Yanhao got up, took off his jacket, and said with a smile, "I'm tired after a match with Mu Gu."

Thinking of Mu Gu, Song Wuyou's heart sank, and a sullen look flashed across the depths of his eyes.

After she lay down, Gu Yanhao asked with concern, "Do you want to cover the quilt?"

Song Wuyou nodded, "Yes."

Gu Yanhao pinched her face and said with a smile, "You even have to cover up with a quilt on such a hot day."

"Cover it better, it will be bad if you catch a cold."

"You won't catch a cold." Gu Yanhao lay down beside her, stretched out his hand, hugged her, and smiled charmingly: "I'll hold you to sleep, you won't catch a cold."

"If you hold me like this, I'll be hot." Song Wuyou shifted his body.

"Don't move." Gu Yanhao said in a deep voice, "Don't you know that the more a woman struggles in a man's arms, the easier it is to arouse a man's desire?"

Song Wuyou heard this, obediently, and really didn't dare to move.

Gu Yanhao pulled the quilt with one hand and threw it on the ground, "If you don't cover the quilt, it won't get hot."

"……"who said it? Is his temperature high?

Because of being held by him, Song Wuyou didn't sleep much.

She slept at noon, and she was not sleepy at all.

Because she thinks too much and doesn't lie in bed, she doesn't know what to do.

Also because he thought too much, his mind was messed up, and he couldn't sleep at all when he was hugged by Gu Yanhao.

But Gu Yanhao was lying beside her, it was impossible for her to keep her eyes open.

So, she closed her eyes.

But she was not sleepy, she closed her eyes and thought more things in her mind.

The two paintings she saw today appeared in her mind alternately.

In the end, her head was swollen, and within half an hour, she left Gu Yanhao's arms and sat up.

Gu Yanhao opened his eyes, with red threads in his eyes, he looked at her, his voice was a little hoarse, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"If you don't sleep, if you sleep again, you won't be able to sleep at night." Song Wuyou said.

Gu Yanhao also sat up, "Wash your face and go downstairs."

"Yeah." Song Wuyou nodded and got out of bed.

She sat down at the dresser, ready to brush her hair.

Gu Yanhao got out of bed quickly and took the comb from her hand.

Song Wuyou was stunned, looked up, and looked at him in surprise: "What are you doing?"

Gu Yanhao looked at her and smiled: "Comb your hair."

Song Wuyou glanced at his head, "It doesn't matter if your hair is messy or not."

When Gu Yanhao heard this, the corners of his lips curled up, and he shook his head coolly, "Do you think I'm handsome?"

Song Wuyou twitched the corners of his mouth, "I said he's not handsome?"

"If you say I'm not handsome, I don't know where my eyes have grown."

"narcissism."

"I'm confident." Gu Yanhao raised his head and touched her hair, "I'll comb your hair for you."

Song Wuyou was startled: "Can you?"

He is dignified to take care of the young master of the family and comb the hair of women?

"Who can't brush your hair?" Gu Yanhao started.

One hand caressed the silky hair, and the other held the comb lightly.

The movements were very gentle, for fear of hurting her, but the movements were clumsy and a little blunt.

Song Wuyou sat there dignifiedly, letting him "toss".

She looked at Gu Yanhao in the mirror, her clear and beautiful eyes, for a moment she felt sad.

At that time, by the river, and far away by the river, there were some wild flowers, big red, pink, white, yellow, all kinds of wild flowers were blooming.

Butterflies dance among the flowers, and bees gather powder on the petals.

Along the river are pebbles that have been washed and become very smooth.

Song Wuyou wore simple men's clothes, with long blue silk on her head, stepped on the cobblestone, walked into the river and squatted down, with her head bent sideways, holding a wooden comb, combing the straight blue silk.

At this moment, a familiar footstep sounded behind him.

She didn't have to look back, she knew who was coming.

She curled her lips sweetly, looking at the rippling figure reflected in the river, getting closer and closer.

He crouched down behind her, his low voice mellow and magnetic, "I'll wash your hair for you."

"My hair is a little messy and it's a little hard to comb." Her cheeks were flushed.

"I'll help you tidy up."

"Um."

Then, he took the wooden comb from her hand, and skillfully helped her comb and wash her hair——

His movements are elegant and skillful, hundreds of times better than the current Gu Yanhao——