"Don't call me brother, I'm not your brother, you're in league with Lu Jingzhi." Xu Shulou had already heard the click.
His heart was choking.
He could even hear the sound of hair falling through the distorted heat wave.
His heart beat along with the sound of the scissors.
Xu Shulou: It's ruined, my Cousin Yan is done for.
Not to mention her frizzy hair...
Chu ji looked regretful.
It seemed hopeless.
He really wanted to do it himself too!
When cutting his master's hair, the feeling was amazing, the snapping sound of the scissors should be nice too.
Hmm...
How did his thoughts end up like this...
If Jiang Wunian knew his thoughts at this moment, he would surely say something philosophical - humans always want to destroy beautiful things.
Then he would start writing and painting.
This kind of plot is suitable for melodrama.
Trimming hair is all about one word: cut.
Trimming this side when it's short, that side when it's short, eventually it will be neat one day.
