So she wasn't actually dirty; it's just that if she didn't wash her hair, she'd feel uneasy. If it got greasy, it wouldn't look good.
Zhao Gushen was holding her, as if he was cradling Ye Fei in his arms.
He lowered his head, his nose brushing against Ye Fei's hair: "It smells nice, no need to wash."
"I washed it the night before last; it's the second day today," Ye Fei said, needing to wash her hair before going out to meet people.
Zhao Gushen thought for a while. Ye Fei was definitely upset with him right now.
He had to make amends and behave well to make up for it.
Suddenly, Zhao Gushen had an idea.
"How about I wash it for you?" Zhao Gushen suggested.
"How would you wash it for me?" Ye Fei wondered, "If I could bend down, I'd wash it myself."
"You can lie down, you don't have to move, I'll wash it for you. Just like in a salon," Zhao Gushen said.
