Chapter 20: She has no hair!
Seeing that her hair was just a little messy, Xin Hongying narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of deep meaning.
"The night is too dark, you are in my sleeve, I can't see clearly."
After a while, he placed his broad right hand at her feet, as if he was expecting something, or tempting her with something.
Shen Tingyu lowered his head and looked at the pair of big hands. The slight hesitation circled around his heart like green smoke and was quickly washed away.
These hands are like a sign of peace.
Shen Tingyu jumped up directly, and her broad palm caught her steadily as usual, without any stumbling.
She tilted her head back slightly, smiled playfully, and waved her hands, saying, "Look, I can run and jump. I don't look injured at all. I'm really fine."
The little rag doll was light, but it felt heavy in my palm, and an unusual sense of satisfaction came over me.
Xin Hongying controlled herself from wanting to hold on tightly.
There was no emotion on his face, his usual stern expression, but he was actually ecstatic inside, with an unconcealable hint of a smile at the corners of his eyes, shining like a star.
Shen Tingyu escaped death and returned to the tyrant's bedroom again. They both tacitly did not mention where the state teacher should live.
The calming incense was still burning, with wisps of white smoke rising and the scarlet flame flickering. The last bit of residual heat disappeared, and the last piece of calming incense fell into the incense burner.
At the same time, Xin Hongying no longer needs it at this moment.
Looking at her messy hair, Xin Hongying narrowed his eyes slightly, "Fairy's hair is messy, I will help you comb it."
Because she is a voodoo doll, she must be made to look very similar to the cursed person, so her hair is made of pure black simulated brocade to ensure that every strand of hair looks very similar to a real person.
Her hair was pulled vigorously by the man in black several times. Shen Tingyu couldn't see her own hair and was frightened by the picture of her hair that looked like alopecia areata that she imagined in her mind.
Her heart skipped a beat and she immediately became nervous.
She reached out and carefully touched the top of her head. The no longer smooth feeling scared her. "Do I have no hair? Do I look ugly now?"
Her voice gradually rose. "Mirror! Bronze mirror! I need a bronze mirror."
Xin Hongying was surprised to see Shen Tingyu's face wrinkled tightly. The expression on her face changed very quickly, and she looked so sad that she seemed to be forcing out a few tears.
"Fairy, you..." Xin Hongying was stunned. He comforted her, "It's okay. Fairy's hair is still there, just a little messy."
"No... Impossible! I clearly felt the assassin tear my hair out. Are you lying to me?"
Shen Tingyu's eyes scanned quickly, and she paced back and forth uncharacteristically. Her speed was so fast that even he didn't have time to react, and she jumped out of his palm in the blink of an eye.
Worried that she would fall, he stretched out his hand towards her out of habit, wanting to catch her, "Be careful."
Xin Hongying suddenly felt that he had been too gentle. If he had not been afraid of the fairy discovering his true identity, and had been more merciful, the assassin would probably have regretted coming into this world.
I saw Shen Tingyu striding quickly in the room, muttering to himself, "Where's the mirror? How could there be no mirror in the room?"
"Where is the mirror? Help me find it."
Shen Tingyu was really panicked. She tripped over something and almost fell face down into the box. She really couldn't stand the thought of having a bald puppet head. Just thinking about it made her breath stop.
It's so ugly! So horrible! She'll have nightmares!
Absolutely not!
Xin Hongying had not expected that Shen Tingyu would have such a big reaction to his words. He hurriedly got a bronze mirror for her and placed it in front of her.
In the bronze mirror, Shen Tingyu carefully examined her hair, and her heart finally relaxed. "Huh! My hair is still there." The tyrant did not deceive her.
She took a sudden step back and sat down on the table with a plop.
Next to a small puppet face, there appears a big handsome face. The two are not harmonious, but the picture is not divided.
Xin Hongying held a small comb in her hand, the size of his two fingernails. "Come closer, I'll comb your hair for you."
He took the comb from the dressing box by the window of the small palace.
"This is...!" Shen Tingyu looked at the small comb in the tyrant's hand with some surprise. The makeup box was not just for decoration, there was actually a comb inside.
"Wow, what a fine comb! I can use it." Shen Tingyu was slightly shocked, then naturally took it from the tyrant's hand and stroked the delicate carvings on it.
Make a wow-wow sound that has never been seen before.
Seeing her faint smile and thinking of the small swing whose rope was broken by him, Xin Hongying's eyes changed slightly, and he thought to himself that it was time to ask the craftsman to make a new batch of replacements.
"I'll do it myself. I can see." She was afraid that the tyrant's strong hands would tear her fragile hair apart, causing her already thin hair to suffer further damage.
Xin Hongying refused silently, lifted all her hair behind her shoulders, and combed it down with extremely gentle force.
Sitting quietly and obediently with legs crossed, Shen Tingyu looked through the bronze mirror with a pair of smart eyes at the tyrant's profile and the distinct fingers growing on her heart.
The temperature on her cheeks slowly rose and her eyes quickly moved away. Since she could remember, no one had ever combed her hair.
This is the first time...
With the delicate comb, she found a few broken silk threads. With a flick of her slender fingers, Xin Hongying calmly hid the broken hair.
Xin Hongying thought with some displeasure: Those who dare to hurt him are really courting death.
The thought of torture went through his mind several times, and he felt a little annoyed. What method would be better to torture him next time?
The two of them fell strangely silent, each with their own thoughts.
"An Chi's poor guarding almost allowed you to fall into the hands of thieves. Fortunately, you are okay, otherwise she would not have lived. I will replace you with a more capable secret guard tomorrow to protect your safety." Xin Hongying said coldly.
The pink bubble was popped, Shen Tingyu came out of her fantasy, and the temperature on her cheeks quickly returned to normal.
Shen Tingyu frowned and said slowly: “I don’t need any other secret guards, An Chi is good enough, she can protect me.”
"No!" Xin Hongying flatly refused: "Her strength is still too weak. I must replace you with someone stronger so that she can protect you when I'm not around."
He didn't want to lose someone who could accompany him, even if she was just a voodoo doll.
He put the comb back into the makeup box: "Since the fairy said that she would stay by my side and accompany me, I will naturally protect the fairy's safety."
"The person behind the assassin has not yet been identified, and the Imperial Master could be in danger at any time."
The tyrant was not consulting with her, but making decisions for her.
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