The corners of Xia Weibao's mouth raised slightly.

In this other world, she is finally no longer lonely and finally has her own home.

After Lu Hualiang washed the sheets and threw them into the dryer, he came out and saw Xia Weibao sitting in front of the dresser combing his hair.

He walked over.

Xia Weibao turned his head, smiled sweetly at him, and then shook the peach comb in his hand.

"Husband, come and help me comb my hair."

He used to like to help her comb her hair the most, and he also used this comb.

This is a token of their commitment.

He said that as long as his love for her was not extinguished, this mahogany comb would not rot, it was actually true.

Looking at the girl's smiling face, Lu Hualiang's heart was stabbed hard.

This comb belongs to the man in her heart.

It turns out that it's still a stand-in.

Last night she took the initiative so much and gave him her innocence.

I just said I love him again.

He also thought that she had accepted him in her heart, instead of using him as a stand-in for that man.

But I don't want to, I am amorous.

Some laughed self-deprecatingly, something that had been expected a long time ago, so why deceive yourself again.

At least, she stayed, didn't she.

"Okay."

When I opened my mouth, I found that my throat was a little dry and my mouth was full of bitterness.

The loss in his eyes was quickly hidden, and when Xia Weibao looked at him, there was nothing abnormal.

Xia Weibao didn't notice his abnormality, handed him the peach wood comb, and smiled sweetly at him.

Then she turned around and looked in the mirror as he groomed her.

Her hair is straight, the roots are soft, and the unprocessed, all-natural hair hangs down softly to the waist.

It's very pleasant to the touch.

Lu Hualiang moved gently, looking at the three thousand green silks in front of him, he was a little distracted.

Comb in the mirror and raise your eyebrows.

What a happy scene.

How nice it would be if the person in her heart was him, if he was the one she wanted to comb her hair for.

It's a pity that he can't get into her heart.

"Does my hair look good?"

Xia Weibao smiled shyly at her little daughter's face.

She used to have very soft black hair, and the emperor couldn't put it down every time he combed her hair.

Now the hair on this body is the same as before, and it is beautiful.

Looking at herself in the mirror, and the man who was combing her hair, it seemed that she had returned to a thousand years ago.

In the harem hall, the emperor and her face the mirror makeup days.

A sense of happiness almost overflowed from my heart.

Xia Weibao's smile was like honey, so sweet that it was bubbling, and it was still pink bubbles.

There is a smile between the eyebrows, and the sweetness that can't be dissolved.

Looking at him smiling coquettishly, Lu Hualiang couldn't say anything in his heart.

She was his woman, staying by his side at this time, but thinking of another man.

What could hurt more than that.

My heart is full of holes.

But he was not even qualified to blame, because he had said that as long as she stayed with him, it didn't matter if she was a stand-in.

"Why don't you comb it?"

Seeing that Lu Hualiang didn't move for a long time, Xia Weibao was puzzled.

looked up, just to catch his lonely and sad eyes.

In a flash, he was hidden under his gentle gaze.

"Just thinking about something."

Lu Hualiang said calmly and continued to comb her hair.

He behaved calmly and without any abnormality.

But the injured look just now lingered in Xia Weibao's mind.

"What's wrong with you, aren't you happy?"

"No, I suddenly thought of something in the company, a small thing."

Xia Weibao frowned, it was strange for her to believe him.