The roomful of servants all lowered their heads. They couldn’t gaze upon the intimacy of wang ye and wangfei. After wang ye spoke in admiration, then did they dared raise their heads.
“It suits you to perfection,” He Heng stepped back and looked at the buyao in the black strands. A satisfied expression appeared, “Wang fei’s hair is as black as night and contrasts beautifully against this buyao.”