South Grant looked at the place his finger pointed to and thought to himself:
Damn, can't you just not expose it?
"Wig, chest padding," South Grant said, curling his lips.
Nathan Foster looked down at her. Although South Grant was considered quite tall among girls, there was still a height difference when standing in front of Nathan Foster.
Nathan Foster reached out to touch the long hair behind her, his eyes inadvertently showing a look of infatuation.
At this moment, South Grant couldn't help raising an eyebrow.
Could it be that he's obsessed with long hair?
South... Grant thought about it. In her past life, when she had long hair, Nathan Foster indeed loved to gently sniff her long hair.
People have face fetishes, leg fetishes, feet fetishes, and Nathan Foster turned out to have a hair fetish.
Anyway, today was just to make him happy, so South Grant straightforwardly said, "When my hair reaches my waist, will you marry me?"
