By the time she was done brushing her teeth and washing her face, Serenity's face had become as red as a tomato.

When she grabbed the comb to comb her hair, he abruptly took the comb from her and said, "I'll comb your hair for you."

She was stunned. "But..."

"Don't worry, I won't make your hair look bad," he said with a smile. He then started to gently comb her hair.

His actions were very gentle, as if he was taking care of his most beloved treasure.

In this world, how many people would he treat so gently?

Through the mirror before her, Serenity stared at Jackson in bewilderment.

Her face was still red hot, but her eyes were brimming with happiness and also a little bit of shyness. He had a smile on his face, as well as a gentle expression that would make countless women swoon.

He gathered her hair in his slender fingers and combed it a little bit at a time until it was all bunched up in his palm, after which he tied it up with a hair tie.

"Should I comb your hair regularly fr