"Thank you then." Mu Xiayou put his arm around Xia Zuo's waist and walked into the chief designer's exclusive cubicle. The chief stylist Ladon is a man in his thirties or forties with a small artistic beard.
"May I ask who wants to..."
"Me." Xia Zuo sat down on the dark black swivel chair and interrupted his question. He casually brushed his long hair and said, "Dye it burgundy, and then modify the details as you like, trying to be more mature.
"
Fortunately, her hair is naturally curly, so she doesn't have to make it into big waves.
Mu Xiayou gently picked up a strand of her hair and played with it, then leaned over to her ear and said, "Zuo, can you not dye it?"
The warm air sprayed on the sensitive ears, revealing unspeakable intimacy and temptation.
"Why?" Xia Zuo looked back at him, "If you don't dye it, the difference is a bit big."
Mu Xiayou didn't speak, just played with the strand of hair quietly.
If Xia Zuo dyed his hair...it would be different from his!
There is just one less thing they have in common.
Xia Zuo seemed to understand his brother's thoughts and hugged him: "Okay, it's only a month. I will come back when my aunt comes back. Be good~"
Mu Xiayou finally accepted this reason, slowly let go of her, turned to Ladon and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you, but please don't modify it too much."
Ladon suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body and his scalp was numb! How could this gentle and gentle-looking young man feel as cold as pinpricks on him?
That gaze that was obviously as gentle as water looked like a cold threat to Ladon: You dare to prune too much!