Jing Shengze and Jing Xuuge were stunned at the entrance of the courtyard...
Jun Ming and Jun Yan, who had climbed up the wall, were stunned on the wall...
Yu Wushuang himself was stunned...
Di Yan stared at the strand of hair on her hand, and the corners of his mouth moved inaudibly.
Jun Ming and Jun Yan gradually widened their eyes. Miss Wushuang cut her master's hair again. Cutting hair, isn't it a bit fast?
The roof of the house was lifted, and rumors spread wildly, but suddenly, the master and Miss Wushuang actually cut their hair and vowed to be inseparable?
Sure enough, rumors are the most untrustworthy.
Jing Shengze's eyes were deep as he looked at the two people in the courtyard. He was sitting quietly, and her elegant body was standing behind him, holding scissors to cut off her black hair.
The two looked at each other like an ink painting, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes away.
Although he didn't believe the rumors from the outside world, this scene made his heart twist and he felt very uncomfortable.
Jing Xuuge first noticed Yu Wushuang's afro, and then saw the immortal-like man with a bit of afro, and then looked at the house where they were skilled.
It fell on the cut hair again, and my mind was a little out of sorts.
Yu Wushuang stared at her hair for a long time before reacting. Then, she raised her eyes to meet God Yan's slightly bright eyes, and her heart suddenly slowed down for a moment.
"You did it on your own, not on me." She quickly threw away the scissors and put her hair into his hand.
Just as he was speaking, he turned his head, and the strand of hair happened to hit the scissors, and the scissors were sharp and cut off!
"You won't admit it after cutting it?"
"Don't blame me, you are also responsible."
"But the hair was indeed cut with the scissors in your hand. Grandma Yu said that the women of the Yu family should be responsible in doing things." Di Yan returned the hair in his hand to her and said: "Learn from female red, and be a purse."
Put it away and take it with you."
Yu Wushuang was still a little strange at first, so she scolded her little face when she heard this: "If you were a dead person, I could consider keeping your hair as a souvenir."
Carry it with you, it's so beautiful.
She didn't raise her little hand immediately, so he was secretly grateful!
"Ahem." Di Yan coughed in response to the situation.
"Sick Yangzi." Yu Wushuang gritted his teeth, turned around and threw the hair to Qiu Shuang and said, "Go and make a purse and pack your hair for him."
"ah?"
Qiu Shuang's hands shook even more when she held her hair than when she held the scissors. She glanced at Di Yan quietly and saw his pale eyes turning over. She was so frightened that she almost went to heaven.
Immediately he knelt on the ground and said, "Miss, you can't do this. Men's hair can only be worn by wives."
"Then give it to him and let him do it himself."
"The eldest lady is even more helpless."
"Throw it away and burn it." Yu Wushuang was upset.
I originally wanted to give Di Yan a very ugly haircut, but I didn't want to get involved in it. In the end, even the hair that fell out was like a hot potato.
The three souls of Qiu Shuang are going to the seven souls.
"You have the courage to cut, but you don't even dare to take it. How courageous do you have?" Di Yan asked in a low voice.
"..."
"Are you afraid that, as Dongyue custom says, you will remain loyal to me until death?"
"You don't need to provoke me, it's just a strand of hair. Even if I shave all your hair, I won't be loyal to you until death."
A pedantic custom.
What does hair mean?
"Then why don't you even dare to touch this strand of hair?" Di Yan stood up and raised his hand to take the hair in Qiu Shuang's hand.
Before his fingertips could touch him, a pair of small hands snatched him away.
Di Yan's hand paused for a second, then he raised his head and slightly curled his red lips.