"What are you doing? I haven't decided what hairstyle to get yet."
"Come here, I'll do it for you."
Shen Shixun got into bed and sat behind her. Just as he was about to touch her hair, Xiang Nanzhi slapped his hand away. "Shen Shixun, stop messing around. Mind your own business when it comes to women's appearance."
“If you are wearing Gong ethnic women’s clothes, then of course a Gong ethnic man should dress you up.”
"dress up?"
Xiang Nanzhi grinned from ear to ear, then turned to look at him, "Are you going to put some 'highland red' on me? No way, I look so tacky."
"Sit still and don't move."
Shen Shixun found a few red threads, then sat behind her, picked up a small tuft of hair, and started braiding it. Xiang Nanzhi was stunned; he could actually braid hair, and even better than she could.
A short while later, Shen Shixun braided all of her hair into small braids, dressed her in Gong ethnic clothing, and stood in front of the mirror. Xiang Nanzhi felt that she had a unique charm.
If you go out and see this, no one will say it looks good, but if you take a picture on the vast grassland of the Gong ethnic group, it will definitely be a memorable experience.
“Shen Shixun…”
She turned around and grabbed the man by the neck. "How can a grown man like you braid hair? Which woman have you braided hair for? Tell me!"
Shen Shixun was dumbfounded. "I've never written anything for a woman before."
"Then how come your story is better than mine? You're a liar... Waaah..."
The man pulled her close and kissed her, letting her lean against him.
Xiang Nanzhi looked at him and tried to push him away a few times without success. The man suddenly released her lips and said, "I've never braided a woman's hair before. This is how I braid hemp rope."
She looked up, "You..."
The man's kiss landed again.
Even though she was in bed, she had a strange feeling of being surrounded by grazing cattle and sheep in the wind-blown grass.
That morning, just as dawn broke, she took the mastiff to find Shen Shixun. The man was watching her from the top of the hill. As far as the eye could see, there were only alpine meadows and low shrubs, not a single tree.
For some reason, she thought of this, and Xiang Nanzhi was a little breathless from his kiss, "That's enough, Shen Shixun..."
She pushed him away slightly, but the man's kiss covered hers again. "Wait..."
What are you waiting for? He hasn't kissed enough yet.
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