"Joanna." Ashton Heath felt the warmth and pressure of the girl's fingertips and called her softly and tenderly.
Joanna responded softly, "Yes?"
"When we're both old, will you still blow-dry my hair like this?"
"Huh?" Joanna paused for a moment, and a faint smile crossed her lips. "Of course. And when I'm old, will you still blow-dry my hair?"
"Yes." Ashton's long, black lashes covering his eyes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes. The dark, black pupils were like a night sky adorned with stars, and his gaze was tender and intoxicating. "Of course, I will."
Ashton's hair was jet-black and glossy, with excellent texture.
It was the kind of hair that could be used in a shampoo advertisement without any special effects.
The touch was also exceptional - the hair was soft and fine, feeling like silk.
The shampoo he used had a faint mint scent, and the warm air blown onto the ends of the hair brought the pleasant aroma to Joanna's nose in waves.
