Right now, Chrystal so badly wanted to take a photo of him but she did not have her phone, neither did he have his. So, she just sat opposite to him and looked at his head with that cute little coconut tree which swayed slightly. It looked so good on him.
"Wife, don't keep staring at me." In a casual tone, he said.
"Can you gimme your hair," she asked full of admiration in her eyes.
"What if I say no?" he replied still reading the newspaper
"Please?" she looked at him with hopeful eyes
"…"
Tears started to form on Chrystal's eyes. She felt like pouring out her heart and soul. She really wanted to do so.
Stephen Yang "…"
Why is she crying now? Does she want me to cut my hair and give it to her? didn't I allow her to mess with my hair? What now?"
"Chrysie... What's wrong with you?" he asked folding the newspaper
"You are really a bad guy. You never really care for your wife. You are mostly workaholic.. sob..sob.."
