He reached out and grabbed Chu Ci's clothes.
She shook it slightly, then pulled it, still with her head lowered, and said softly, "Sister, you said you wouldn't abandon me. You keep your word, right?"
Chu Ci didn't answer. Looking at the top of his head, she felt that his hair seemed to have grown longer, almost covering his eyes.
Fingers reached out, pinched his chin and lifted his face up.
The little boy's eyes turned slightly red when his chin was suddenly lifted up. It was as if his little secret was discovered when Chu Ci lifted up his chin. There was a hint of panic in his eyes. He raised his hand to hold Chu Ci's wrist, blinked, and moved his lips a few times, but no sound came out.
"You keep your word." Chu Ci curled her lips and raised her hand to touch the corner of his eye, seeming a little helpless. "Why do you get red eyes so easily?"
Then, without waiting for Zhao Jinhuai to speak, the hand that was pinching his chin moved his head left and right, and looked around. "Your hair seems a little long. Won't it cover your eyes?"
He paused, then nodded, "Yes."
Then he blinked and tentatively asked, "Sister...can you help me cut it?"
As he said this, his chin broke free from Chu Ci's hand, and he raised his hands to hug her slender waist, rubbing it with fear and some attachment.
He felt Chu Ci raise her hand and gently stroke his back, with some comfort in her heart.
He buried his cheek in Chu Ci's arms, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly where Chu Ci couldn't see.
In the end, he almost leaned in Chu Ci's arms, letting Chu Ci trim his hair with scissors.
Do this work on his most fragile head.
The white and warm fingertips shuttled through his hair, and fine black hair fell down.
He could sensitively feel the sharpness of the scissors, the chill of the metal, and the sound of extremely fine hair being cut, but he did not hide. He even felt that the sliding of his fingertips was a kind of enjoyment for him.
It was obvious that if she just used a little more force, she could kill him directly. He would never put himself in such a dangerous position, nor would he allow others to get so close to him. But this time, he was like a demon...
It's strange that I feel a little happy.
Zhao Jinhuai's love value +5, currently 32.
Until his hair was combed clean, he closed his eyes and let her brush the loose hair off his face. Then Zhao Jinhuai stood up, looking very happy, with his eyes shining and his expression very obedient. He said that he would go out and bring back some food for Chu Ci, and then asked Chu Ci to rest quickly on the soft sofa, and then he quickly left the door.
The moment the door of the lounge closed at nine o'clock, the well-behaved expression on his face disappeared. He was still smiling, looking at the door in front of him. He didn't know what he was thinking about. He raised his hand and put it against the door, and then put his face against it, as if he could feel the breath of the people in the room.
The innocent smile with curved eyebrows and eyes seemed to be without a trace of gloom.
The clean amber color in his eyes gradually deepened, and the smile slowly sank. The color that finally froze was darker than amber, looking somewhat lonely and deep, and the aura around him also changed extremely slowly.
From the outside, there seems to be no change at all.
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