Ying Shao is a Girl

The boy was fast asleep.

The wooden comb he held in his hand slipped out.

It fell to the ground.

Makes a slight noise.

Ying Junchu helped him pick up the wooden comb with his other hand.

Why does this comb look familiar?

She looked carefully.

His brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of shock flashed across his eyes.

incredible.

This wooden comb is exactly the same as Xiaojiu’s!

She clearly remembered the hollow half-moon pattern on the tail of her comb!

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"Chuchu, can I help you comb your hair?"

Ying Huaijiu looked at her with a smile, holding an exquisite retro wooden comb in his hand, looking eager to try it.

"I'm a man." Ying Junchu said word by word with no expression on his face.

She glanced at Ying Huaijiu, who was smiling harmlessly, with a look of disgust on his face, and his rejection was obvious.

Please put away your stupid ideas!

"Who says boys can't comb their hair? Come on, come on, Chuchu, sit down and I'll comb your hair..."

Ying Huaijiu is good at tempting.

"No." Ying Junchu refused directly.

No face given at all.

"Chuchu..."

"Chuchu..."

"Chuchu..."

Ying Huaijiu kept nagging and refused to give up, and he would not stop until he gave Ying Jun his hair.

"..."

After a few rounds, Ying Junchu was defeated.

He was defeated by Ying Huaijiu's shameless face.

Ying Huaijiu always looked ruthless and ruthless in front of others.

Only in front of Ying Junchu, he was no different from a scoundrel.

"Hehe, Chuchu, you promised me, quickly turn your head and I will comb your hair..."

"Um."

Ying Junchu turned around.

There was no mirror in front of her, she didn't need such a thing.

Ying Huaijiu reached out and gently rubbed her hair.

"Chuchu, your hair is so soft!"

"..."

Ying Jun didn't really want to talk to him at first.

"Comb it all the way to the end..."

"Two combs of white hair reaching eyebrow level..."

Ying Huaijiu murmured to himself.

The thirteen-year-old boy's voice was crisp and childish.

Hearing this, Ying Junchu frowned slightly.

Where did he learn this mess? !

Ying Huaijiu would put some hairspray on her hair from time to time.

This is even more puzzling.

After a while.

"Dang-dang-dang!"

"Done!"

Ying Huaijiu's cheering voice could be heard in his ears.

"Chuchu, I've combed it for you~"

"Hahahaha……"

The clear voice contained a hint of a villain's triumphant smile.

"Yeah." Ying Junchu responded lightly.

Don't really care.

She stood up to leave.

Ying Huaijiu grabbed her.

"Chuchu, are you sure you don't want to take a look?"

Ying Junchu:? ? ?

Do you need to see it?

Ying Huaijiu laughed, took out a mirror from behind, and faced Ying Junchu's face.

There was a crack in Ying Jun's expressionless face at first.

What came into view was a man's ugly mushroom head.

It all depends on appearance.

"..."

"Are you looking for a fight?" Her tone was extremely cold.

"Hehe, Chuchu, you still can't beat me now..."

"This hairstyle is so cute!"

Ying Huaijiu had no desire to live and smiled like a fat man weighing 800 pounds.

"..."

"Ah...it hurts!...Chuchu, be gentle, be gentle! I was wrong...I was wrong!"

Ying Huaijiu grimaced in pain. At this moment, he was full of desire to survive.

"no next time."

Ying Junchu replied expressionlessly and let go of his hand.

Ying Huaijiu nodded frantically and clutched his arm that was still aching. It really hurt to pinch someone at Chuchu! ! !

If murder was not illegal, Ying Junchu would be ready to strangle him to death at any time.

"Chuchu, don't be angry. Can I give you this comb?"

Ying Huaijiu thrust the comb into her hand.

The comb is exquisite and beautiful, carved with complicated patterns, the handle of the comb is inlaid with nephrite, and the tail of the comb is a hollow half-moon, with a faint fragrance of wood.

But, it doesn't suit her.

Ying Junchu threw the comb back, hitting Ying Huaijiu on the forehead.

He quickly covered his smooth forehead.

It really hurts.

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