C1406 I See the Divine Immortal Stylist!

"Don't..."

Mei Ning started to step back, and Yang Ling grabbed her slender wrist. He laughed. "Come on, come on, don't be shy!"

He had already been caught, what else could he do? Mei Ning rolled her eyes at Yang Ling and sighed softly. She obediently sat on the hairdresser's chair.

This resentful expression was really pitiful when she saw it