Actually, to tell the truth, after getting used to that face, slowly it didn't seem so unacceptable anymore.
But if it were possible, Yan Junze would still rather not look.
More than ten minutes later, the ugly corpse hanging from the beam was fully in view, dressed in grey long sleeves and trousers, with waist-length hair and slightly disheveled bangs that nevertheless matched the popular asymmetric hairstyle of the day.
The face under the asymmetric bangs, uh, let's not talk about that.
Yan Junze put down the scissors, seemingly quite satisfied with his work, only to see the Ugly Girl's hands rise again in a gesture as if she wanted a hug.
He felt helpless in his heart, thought for a moment, closed his eyes, and leaned in.
The next second, as if a block of ice was in his embrace, Yan Junze felt numb in his limbs.
He tried not to think about the face pressing against his shoulder and just silently counted seconds in his mind.
