Chapter 61 he couldn't put down her long hair.

The next day, the early morning sun shines through the green leaves and falls into the house along the unscreened window screens. The mud outside the house is wet and soft, and a few fallen leaves rub in the soil, revealing new vitality. The woman on the bed lay quietly, the sun shone in, reflected on the thin gold quilt, reflected on her short hair like ink dyeing. A bony palm gently stroked the top of the woman's hair, and strands of hair slipped over the man's fingertips. He looked at the woman who had cut her hair short, and there was an indescribable sense of strangeness in his heart. He had always loved her long, charming hair, soft and faintly scented. At night, two people often whisper tenderly, the man always likes to reach out from behind and slowly embrace the woman's slender waist, then put his chin on her left shoulder, gently/suck on her neck, and absorb her black hair with the faint fragrance of jasmine. Hi