After washing his hair, Wang Hu dried his wet hair with a towel and slowly walked out of the inner room. As he walked, he smoothed his slightly messy hair with his hands. When he reached the door, he was surprised to find that the barbershop door was tightly locked.
Wang Hu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, and he teased, "Sister Meiling, what's the meaning of locking the door? Are you trying to trap me here and not let me leave?"
Standing to the side, Zhao Meiling made no attempt to hide her thoughts and replied frankly, "That's right, I just don't want you to leave. Otherwise, you'll be like a heartless person, forgetting all about me after you leave, and not even bothering to call me once you're gone."
Hearing this, Wang Hu chuckled softly. He quickly dried his hair, tossed the towel aside, and strode towards Zhao Meiling. When he reached her, Wang Hu stopped and said softly, "You promised me earlier, the phone number is 15..."
Before he could finish speaking, Wang Hu suddenly opened his arms and pulled Zhao Meiling into a tight embrace. Then, he lowered his head and whispered softly in her ear, "Now it's your turn to keep your promise." After saying that, he kissed Zhao Meiling's luscious lips without hesitation.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment, the only sounds in the world being their passionate breathing and heartbeats. After an unknown amount of time, Wang Hu finally released Zhao Meiling from his embrace. Zhao Meiling was already panting heavily, her cheeks flushed like the sunset, her eyes glazed, clearly still immersed in the passionate kiss that had just taken place.
Seeing this, Wang Hu leisurely walked to the chair in front of the mirror and sat down. He smiled and looked at Zhao Meiling, who was still in a daze, and joked, "Meiling, let's not dwell on this for now, let's start cutting your hair quickly."
Zhao Meiling was brought back to reality by Wang Hu's words, and was immediately filled with shame and anger.
She glared at Wang Hu fiercely, spat lightly, and said angrily, "Pah! Who's reminiscing? If you do this again, I'll really get angry with you!" However, despite saying this, she felt sweet inside.
Just like last time, the sound of scissors whirring filled the air as strands of his glossy black hair slowly drifted down from Wang Hu's head. In the blink of an eye, his slightly messy hair was neatly trimmed, making him even more handsome and dashing.
Zhao Meiling deftly set the scissors aside, while I carefully turned Wang Hu's head, guiding him to look in the mirror opposite. After examining him for a moment, I nodded with satisfaction.
Then, I reached out and gently patted his broad shoulder, smiling as I said, "Come over here and wash it again. I'll help you thoroughly clean these fine hairs."
Wang Hu grinned, revealing a set of pearly white teeth, and joked, "Hey, you didn't get such great treatment last time!"
Zhao Meiling replied coquettishly, "Here's the replacement for you!"
After speaking, the two moved together into the inner room. Wang Hu lay leisurely on the shampoo bed, like a distinguished guest. Zhao Meiling gently turned on the tap, first rinsing Wang Hu's wet hair with warm water, then squeezing an appropriate amount of shampoo into her palm and applying it evenly to Wang Hu's hair.
Her slender, soft hands, like fluttering butterflies, gently massaged Wang Hu's scalp, bringing waves of pleasure and comfort. Wang Hu involuntarily closed his eyes, immersing himself in this wonderful sensation, as if forgetting all the disturbances around him.
Suddenly, Wang Hu, who had his eyes closed, noticed that the surrounding light was gradually dimming. He slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was Zhao Meiling's beautiful face, which perfectly blocked the light from above.
Gazing at her beautiful face, as if it were a painting, Wang Hu couldn't help but reach out, trying to pull her into his arms and kiss her. However, just as his fingers were about to touch Zhao Meiling, she quickly raised her hand, gently slapping Wang Hu's outstretched hand, and said reproachfully, "Don't bother me, I haven't finished washing yet!"
Hearing this, Wang Hu responded, then stretched out his arm and gently pulled Zhao Meiling's slender waist to sit beside him. Faced with such an intimate gesture, Zhao Meiling appeared quite at ease, as if she were already used to such closeness. Keep in mind, this was only their second meeting.
After Zhao Meiling finished washing her hair, she gently gestured for Wang Hu to sit up. Then, she picked up a clean towel and gently dried Wang Hu's wet hair.
At this moment, her breathing sounded somewhat rapid and heavy. From Wang Hu's angle, it was clear that her clothes were slightly disheveled. It was obvious that this was due to Wang Hu's secret actions earlier.
Finally, Zhao Meiling could no longer suppress her surging emotions. She abruptly threw the towel aside and pounced on Wang Hu like a nimble cheetah. Instantly, a melodious, low moan, like a cat's meow, echoed throughout the room, lasting for a full hour.
Time ticked by, and another ten minutes or so slipped by...
Zhao Meiling had changed into a brand new outfit and stood gracefully in front of the barbershop. She gently reached out her hands to carefully smooth out the wrinkles in Wang Hu's clothes and meticulously straightened every corner.
Then, as if under a spell, she gazed at the man who had captivated her heart with mesmerizing eyes and asked softly, "Will you... come to visit me again in the future?" Her voice was like a whisper in the breeze, carrying a hint of barely perceptible anticipation and trepidation.
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