Liang Zhirou was somewhat surprised; she suddenly felt that her boyfriend was like Doraemon. It seemed like there was nothing in this world he didn't know.

To be honest, her expectations were really low. She didn't just want something that looked presentable; she just wanted something that would make her feel comfortable wearing a hat to the hair salon.

As a result, Chen Lu cut it quite well.

"You really haven't cut hair for other girls?" she asked in a very low voice.

"No, I swear."

Chen Lu felt wronged, but his expression remained serious. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was undergoing some kind of surgery, as beads of sweat were already on his cheeks.

Looking at Chen Lu's expression in the mirror, Liang Zhirou quietly pursed her lips, a slight smile playing on her lips, clearly very happy.

He was really too serious.

A few more minutes passed.

Chen Lu looked at the girl in the mirror, slightly dazed.

He had always known how beautiful his girlfriend was, but now he was constantly looking at her at her best.

I really did feel my heart racing.

It's like how occasionally you could brush aside her bangs to check on her was a special bonus time in a game, but now you're suddenly told that this special bonus time is going to continue indefinitely.

It feels so good no matter how I think about it.

"Alright." Chen Lu put the scissors aside, then slowly took away the blanket wrapped around the girl, casually shaking her hair onto the ground. "If you're satisfied, please remember to give a good review."

"satisfy!"

The girl's voice became a little more lively, and she tiptoed to kiss him.

Chen Lu cleared his throat forcefully and said expressionlessly:

"I don't sell myself. If you want to kiss me... you'll have to pay extra."