"Knowing I am good, yet you still don't call me 'husband.'"
Xia Weibao's expression stiffened.
She bowed her head, a bit at a loss.
He pinched her face, full of doting.
"Just saying, you can call me that whenever you feel like it."
As long as she stayed by his side, one day, she would willingly call him that.
Xia Weibao fell silent, looking at the Peach Wood Comb in her hand.
In fact, she also found it strange, why wouldn't this comb decay?
And it was preserved so well.
She always felt something was off.
She put it under her nose and sniffed lightly, there was no scent of any chemicals.
Which meant, this comb wasn't preserved with chemicals.
After thinking for a while, she couldn't figure it out.
Forget it, no more thinking about it.
After all, there are many things in this world that are inexplicable.
Just like why she had traveled to the twenty-first century was a mystery in itself.
"Director Lu, could you help me comb my hair?" Xia Weibao asked tentatively.
