His movements were very light.
With his hair held in Zhang Qiu's hand, Yu Xifeng didn't feel any pulling at all.
Zhang Qiu parted Yu Xifeng's hair in the middle and tied up the top hair.
He then took Yu Xifeng's towel and used it to pad her hair.
"How short do you want it?"
"It's fine as long as it can be tied up," Yu Xifeng asked, "Who did you learn this from?"
Zhang Qiu said: "This is the old man's main business, but he stopped doing it a few years ago."
The hair fell down, and Zhang Qiu trimmed the ends of Yu Xifeng's hair one by one, like a carving.
Yu Xifeng urged him: "Hurry up."
"What kind of cut do you want in the front?"
"It doesn't block my eyes."
Zhang Qiu tucked Yu Xifeng's hair behind her ears.
The broken hair on both sides of the temples was trimmed into a curved layer with a slight arc, which can well modify the contours of Yu Xifeng's face.
He was so focused that it seemed as if his eyes could not accommodate anything else.
Yu Xifeng leaned back uncomfortably.
It’s cut.
When the hair dryer was turned on, Yu Xifeng breathed a sigh of relief.
A lot of hair fell onto my face, making it look prickly.
Before Yu Xifeng had time to frown, Zhang Qiu's hand brushed across Yu Xifeng's eyes and wiped her face.
"What?"
"Dishwashing cotton." said Zhang Qiu.
"Oh." Yu Xifeng said
"?"
Zhang Qiu just used the dishwashing sponge he had just used to wash the instant noodle bowl to wipe her face?
Yu Xifeng almost jumped up, "What the hell!"
Zhang Qiu smiled and said, "It's clean. This piece has not been used yet. I'll keep it for cutting your hair."
Yu Xifeng went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.
It's definitely better than what she cut herself.
The sound blown by Zhang Qiu was smoother than when she blew her hair herself.
Zhang Qiu said outside: "Go to bed early, I will keep watch."
Yu Xifeng didn't refuse. She was indeed very sleepy: "Call me in two hours."
Yu Xifeng slept until dawn, even past the time she usually spent standing in the stance.
There was also an operation panel on the second floor. Yu Xifeng took a look and found that the camera did not capture any unusual movements that night.
Yu Xifeng went downstairs.
This staircase is actually very narrow and steep, and is made up of storage cabinets.
Zhang Qiu leaned on the sofa, his eyes red from staying up late: "Awake?"
"Why didn't you call me? You've been up all night. How long have you been awake?"
"Anyway, there's nothing to do, so I can just lean on it and rest. What do you want to eat?"
Yu Xifeng rubbed his eyes: "You go to sleep, I'll make something."
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