My Sister is Very Obsessive

I was lying on my back with my head stuck in the sink, my sister sat beside me, seriously and decently adjusting the water temperature.

At least on the surface, she is still very serious and professional.

It should be that I watched the proprietress wash my hair and learned a little secretly. As for whether the learning is in place, it is hard to say for now.

After waiting for a long time, I couldn't help it, so I asked,

"Have you not adjusted the water temperature yet?"

"It's coming soon! Don't rush me, let me take it slow, or I'll burn you, I'm not responsible!"

While answering, my sister put her hand under the nozzle, and went back and forth to test the water temperature.

The proprietress was standing beside her, clasping her hands on her chest, looking at me with a smile on her face.

I didn't urge again, and after waiting for a while, my sister finally adjusted the water temperature.

She didn't put the hot water on my head as soon as she came up, and poured it wildly for a while. She first stretched out her hand very happily, and after scratching my freshly cut hair, she looked at the tiny debris in the white and tender palm.

"A lot of hair scum!"

The proprietress, who seemed to be watching the fun, just held her hands and smiled without saying a word.

"Then hurry up and wash me!"

"Yessir!"

After my sister answered me in a light voice and a clear voice, she moved the shaggy head sprayed with hot water on my head.

As soon as the hot water was poured on my head, it immediately scalded me like a prawn and jumped up.

"Ohhh—hot hot hot—"

Sitting next to the sink, my sister, who was about to stretch out her hand to wash my hair with the hot water, was holding the sprinkler with hot water, and was stunned in place.

"It shouldn't be!" My sister whispered softly to herself, "I tried it with my hands, and the temperature was just right, not hot at all."

Looking at my sister who still couldn't find the crux of the problem, I gave her a blank eye with some helplessness.

"Can you wash it? If you can't wash it, I'll do it myself."

"don't want!"

As soon as I heard that I didn't want her to wash my hair, my sister immediately grabbed the nozzle with both hands, as if she would not give me a shot.

Alas, for my stubborn and stubborn sister, I lost my temper. For the sake of my scalp, I had to discuss with her whether I could lower the water temperature.

My sister looked at the nozzle a little tangled, and looked at me,

"The water temperature is low, what should I do if I catch a cold?"

"However, yours is still too hot for me to wash at all!"

"Cuckoo..."

At this time, the old lady, who had been standing on the side, clasping her hands, and watching the fun, suddenly let out a light and crisp laugh.

The elder sister turned her head and glanced at the proprietress. In addition to a little blushing on her little face, her beautiful big eyes were a little annoyed.

"Little sister!"

The proprietress stepped forward with a smile on her face, turning a blind eye to her sister's annoyed eyes.

"The human scalp is more sensitive to temperature than the human hand. The suitable temperature of the human scalp should be two to three degrees lower than the suitable temperature of the hand."

Saying that, the proprietress took the initiative to reach out and took the sprinkler in her sister's hand. While reaching out to feel the water temperature, she adjusted the hot and cold valves of the switch.

As expected of the store, the proprietress only took fifteen seconds to adjust the water temperature, and with a gentle smile, she handed the nozzle back to her sister.

Before, she was jealous that the lady boss washed my hair for me, and then she was laughed at by the lady boss because the water temperature was not adjusted properly, and she was even more embarrassed and annoyed.

But at this time, the elder sister looked at the proprietress and felt a little embarrassed.

"Thank you, thank you!"

"You're welcome!"

The lady boss smiled and seemed even open-minded,

"Customers are gods, and there is no business at the moment, just let you two little lovers play, it can not only deepen the relationship between you, but also increase the popularity of my shop, why not do it? ?"

Having said that, the lady boss also paused meaningfully,

"Also, I'm not giving it for free!"

Such an answer made my sister even more embarrassed.

She lowered her head, spat out her pink tongue, and patted the artificial leather recliner.

"Quick, brother, the lady boss has already helped me adjust the water temperature."

I looked at her helplessly, then turned around, smiled gratefully at the smiling lady boss who was still standing aside, and lay down again.

My sister still watered my head before she came up. She first used her fingers to comb my hair back, and then she tentatively poured a little water on my head.

"How is it, is it hot?"

I shook my head gently, "It's not hot!"

"That's good!"

After I got my response, my sister officially started pouring water on my head.

After wetting my hair back and forth, she squeezed a little bit of shampoo from the large bottle of shampoo on the side, moistened it with lukewarm water, and put it on my hair.

My sister's movements are very gentle, ten delicate and slender jade fingers are also gently inserted into my foamy hair, rubbing my scalp back and forth.

And my head was shaking with my sister's gentle massage.

Below the skull is the cerebral cortex where human nerves are most concentrated and developed. Therefore, the sensitivity of the receptors here is also the highest.

Therefore, the gentle pressing of my sister's tender fingers gave me an extremely delicate tactile feeling.

Seeing me enjoying the squinting look on my face, my sister couldn't help but asked softly,

"Comfortable?"

I nodded lightly.

After pressing and rubbing for a while, I felt a little cold, so I opened my eyes, looked at my sister with a smile, and carefully massaged my hair, and said in a soft and subtle voice,

"It's getting cold!"

"oh oh!"

I don't know when, my sister was already immersed in giving me a scalp massage, and she didn't come back to her senses until she heard my sudden voice.

"sorry Sorry!"

My sister looked a little embarrassed, and hurriedly took the sprayer and rinsed it on my head.

After washing off the foam, my sister didn't turn off the water valve, but continued to rub my hair with her white and tender fingers, and gently massaged me.

Until the proprietress standing by the side couldn't help feeling distressed about the water bill.

"Just wash it off!"

"Oh oh oh!"

My sister responded softly, and quickly turned off the hot water, then tore off a clean white towel from the towel rack, wrapped it around my head, and helped me wipe it up.

"I'll just do it myself!"

"don't want!"

The sister shook her head and refused without hesitation.

After drying my hair, she pulled me into the seat again and helped me dry my hair with a hairdryer.

After blowing my hair, she asked the old helper for hairspray and helped me to style my hair carefully.