That's really not modesty. Ning Xuemo complained in her heart, but looking at his appearance, she didn't give herself room to refuse at all.

Well, comb it

Ning Xuemo took the comb, stood behind him and began to comb his hair.

His hair was as black as splashed ink and as cool as water. The wooden comb was placed on top of his head and slid straight to the bottom. It feels unusually nice to hold in your hand.

Ning Xuemo touched his hair and thought about his hair again.

Damn, her hair isn't as good as this man's

She is a neat worker, and she will pull up his hair after dividing it by two, and then don't put a cold hosta on the table, even if it is taken care of.

She took a step back and looked at it, her expression a little distorted, a little weak

Han Shanyue also seemed to see something from her expression, and she didn't know where to conjure up an elegant mirror, and when she looked at it casually, the blue tendons on her forehead jumped

Her hair had indeed been tied up in a bun, but it was a little bigger, like a ball lying on top of his head. She also ingeniously spread a ring of hair for him, and scattered it haphazardly in the east and west.

This hairstyle is simply unbearable to look at

Han Shanyue has never been so ugly in her life

This girl did it on purpose, she is obviously not an ordinary ingenuity

He casually pulled off the hairpin on the top of his head, and let the ball fall down again: "If it's not good to recomb it, this seat will directly shave your head into a bald head."

This is really an ingenious threat, but this threat is very useful to Ning Xuemo.

She's a beauty-loving person, and if her head turns bald, she might as well hit the wall

"I really don't, I've never combed someone's hair. Why don't I call you a clever maid," she believes, many women are willing to do it.

Han Shanyue glanced at her lightly: "This seat only allows concubines to comb their hair, not maids." ”

Real turtle hair

Ning Xuemo blurted out: "Then why don't you marry a maid with combed hair as a concubine"

"There is no Heavenly Evil Lone Star among them, and this seat can't bear it." Han Shanyue's voice was still faint.

“”

In other words, he just wants to harm her, kill himself, and he is relatively guiltless

This bastard really hasn't been kind to her

Ning Xuemo didn't bother to talk nonsense with him anymore and combed his hair again.

This time there was a mirror in front of him, and Ning Xuemo's every move behind him fell in his eyes.

He pointed out to her from time to time, but in the end he couldn't look past it, so he simply took her wrist back and taught her step by step

The palm of his hand was warm and dry, completely wrapping her little hand, and the heat seemed to be transmitted directly to her body with his palm, Ning Xuemo suddenly felt a little hot, and her heart skipped several beats.

Finally, under his hand-in-hand teaching, she gave him his hair right.

He looked in the mirror himself and nodded, "It's about the same this time." In order to hone your craft, you will have to comb your hair every day from now on. ”

Ning Xuemo smiled and didn't speak.

In the future, there will be nothing later.

This time, she will choose to run away with disguise, and she has already arranged all the ways to retreat.

She looked at the gourd-shaped hot spring not far away, and wondered: "This hot spring is born"

Han Shanyue didn't answer her question, but asked rhetorically: "Are you going to the altar with this seat or are you waiting here in the hot springs?"

Ning Xuemo was worried that he would always be pulling himself and couldn't get out, and when he heard that he had a choice, of course he chose the latter hot spring

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