Xia Weibao's lips curled up slightly.
In this other world, she was no longer alone, she finally had a home of her own.
After Lu Hualiang finished washing the sheets and threw them into the dryer, he came out to see Xia Weibao sitting at the vanity, combing her hair.
He walked over.
Xia Weibao turned her head, gave him a sweet smile, and then shook the peach wood comb in her hand.
"Husband, come and help me comb my hair."
He used to love combing her hair the most, also with this comb.
It was the token of their love, after all.
He said, as long as his love for her didn't fade, the peach wood comb would not rot, and it turned out to be true.
Looking at the girl's charmingly smiling face, Lu Hualiang's heart was pierced sharply.
This comb, it belonged to the man in her heart.
So, he was still just a stand-in.
Last night she was so forward, giving her virginity to him.
Just now she also said she loved him.
