A few minutes later, Mo Shuwan, whose laughter had finally subsided a little, said haltingly, "I, we, are we crazy? Hahahaha, who would talk about this kind of topic!"

Indeed, the topic they were discussing was rather unusual, but there was no way they could avoid getting dirty. They had been fighting many times a day for the past two days, and their bodies were covered in blood and mud. They also couldn't find a water source for a long time, so it was hard for them not to get dirty.

More than ten minutes later, Mo Shuwan, who had finally stopped laughing, found a twig and carefully poked at the dirt under her fingernails. "I hope we can find a water source today, or at least it will rain."

Wen Zuo, infected by her, also found a twig and started poking his nails.

The two of them had their heads down and looked very serious. From a distance, you really couldn't tell that they were doing something unproductive, like picking their nails.

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Mo Shuwan paused in her nail-picking motion, helplessly reaching out to tug at her loose hair. She glanced down at the tragically lost hair tie, took out another one, and sighed, "Only one left."

After saying that, he threw down the branch in his hand and roughly grabbed his hair to tie it up. However, his hair was splattered with a lot of blood and dirt, which had long since dried up in clumps. Touching it made him feel nauseous. After struggling for a while, he still couldn't tie his hair up.

Wen Zuo, who had already stopped beside her, looked at the force with which she seemed to want to pull her hair out, felt sorry for her, pressed down on her hand, and swiftly snatched the hair tie from her hand.

Mo Shuwan turned her head to look at Wen Zuo, "Are you going to tie my hair?" Seeing him nod seriously, she couldn't help but smile, "Then you can do it, it's okay if you're a little strong."

Five minutes later, Mo Shuwan, who was almost asleep from Wen Zuo's scratching, yawned, propped her chin up with one hand, and asked with half-closed eyes, "Have you ever tied a girl's hair before? I guess not."

Wen Zuo was sweating profusely with anxiety. He was reluctant to use force and spent a lot of effort to finally gather all his hair in his hand. He was so happy that he quickly grabbed a hair tie to tie it up, but before he could even tie the first loop, several more clumps fell out. Frustrated, he took out the hair tie again and reached out to grab the few mischievous clumps of hair back.

Just as I was about to continue my struggle, my finger was blocked.

Mo Shuwan pulled Wen Zuo's hand off her head. "Forget it, just cut my hair off. That way I'll feel more comfortable."

Wen Zuo stared blankly for several seconds, his face full of hesitation, holding the dagger that had been shoved into his hand.

"It's okay, I won't regret it. My hair will grow back. I just can't stand it like this anymore, it's really disgusting."

Mo Shuwan truly spoke from the bottom of her heart. Before, it was fine when her hair was tied up high so it wouldn't touch her neck, but now that it's down, she feels nauseous whenever it touches her neck. Moreover, because she hasn't washed her hair for two or three days, her scalp is incredibly itchy, and her hair is matted into clumps. Scratching it is also uncomfortable, so she might as well cut it off.

Wen Zuo certainly wouldn't stop Mo Shuwan on such a trivial matter. He respected her choice from the start, so he only hesitated for a few seconds before carefully holding all her hair in his hand and cutting off the excess hair from her neck with a dagger.

"Cut it shorter, preferably about the same length as yours."

Wen Zuo touched his buzz cut and was immediately at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

He had never cut hair before, let alone used scissors. Although he looked a bit clumsy, Wen Zuo really wanted to give Mo Shuwan a beautiful hairstyle.

He cut off all his longer hair, exposing both ears. Mo Shuwan raised her phone and looked at her current look on the screen. Although her features were rather delicate, this short haircut didn't make her look handsome, but the hairstyle Wen Zuo had done made her look very refreshing and capable.

Mo Shuwan let out a long breath, "That feels much better."

Wen Zuo smiled sheepishly and pointed to her neck, indicating that she should tidy up the stray hairs that had fallen onto it.

The two girls who had been watching them from a distance saw that Wen Zuo had finished his work and immediately stood up and walked over together. They greeted Mo Shuwan with smiles and complimented her new hairstyle.

Mo Shuwan smiled and said, "Thank you."

That night, the girl who brought the fruit squatted down in front of Mo Shuwan and asked in a low voice, "Captain, could Wen Zuo help us cut our hair too?"

“You should ask Wen Zuo about this. I can’t make the decision for him.” Mo Shuwan’s smile faded.

"Thank you, Captain." The two girls looked at Wen Zuo again, pitifully tugging at their tangled hair. "Wen Zuo, please help us."

Mo Shuwan stood up and casually said, "I'm going to look around somewhere else." She then left. Wen Zuo, who had been sitting, immediately stood up as well. He took a couple of steps behind her, then turned back and handed her the dagger. But before the girl could take it, he suddenly withdrew his hand, gripped the dagger, and walked away.

The two girls squatted where they had just rested, pursing their lips and remaining silent.

Wen Zuo did not immediately catch up with Mo Shuwan, but instead went to Cai Zhongqi's side, shook him awake, and immediately took out paper and pen to write.

— Those two passengers over there want you to help them trim their hair.

Cai Zhongqi exclaimed "Ah!" and subconsciously turned his head to look at where Wen Zuo was pointing. "I don't know how."

—It's okay, just cut it short.

"Oh..." Cai Zhongqi reached for the dagger, but Wen Zuo dodged it. He didn't react for a moment. "Isn't this for me to get a haircut?"

Wen Zuo glanced at him.

—The dagger is from Shuwan.

After finishing his sentence, Wen Zuo stopped wasting words with Cai Zhongqi, got up and chased after Mo Shuwan. When she looked at him with a half-smile, Wen Zuo blushed and quickly took out paper and pen to write something to save face.

It's safer for two people to patrol together.

Mo Shuwan smiled and, out of kindness, refrained from teasing Wen Zuo. She wandered around for a while, and the passengers gradually noticed her new hairstyle.

"Captain, I feel that short hair doesn't suit you very well."

"Hey, what are you saying? I think the captain looks great with short hair. She looks even more like a female knight-errant now."

On the contrary, none of the veteran passengers commented on Mo Shuwan's new hairstyle, because they knew that Mo Shuwan didn't need their opinions.

Because they were running low on food, none of them ate breakfast. Fortunately, they had the Bloodthirsty Demon Vines with them for their journey, so being hungry didn't have a big impact. But perhaps their luck had been exhausted from escaping Fang Min and his men's pursuit a couple of days ago, because they searched all day without finding any water.

The passengers couldn't really blame the Bloodthirsty Vine, since it lived on blood and didn't need to drink water, so its perception of water sources wasn't very sensitive.

After three days of repeated setbacks, the passengers gradually became dispirited. They found a random place to rest that night, hoping to recharge so they could continue their search for water the next day.

"Don't go to sleep yet. Let's make more skirts with leaves while we can, otherwise we'll be naked again tomorrow."