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The main story is Part 40

He seriously conceals my unpredictable hair. Both arms of the eye are consciously looking at both hand scissors. He was really nice. These little scissors are delightedly cut with a long, thin arm, and the hair on my side slowly decreased. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

I can finish what he wants. My eyes are touching the peanuts close to the cut to cut the warp sounds. It’s pretty desert and free. Maybe because the night passed, today’s sky is unexpectedly clear.

When missing my hair, CanSheng handles my ear and hand it over. The warmth of his hands remains in my ear and is very comfortable.

“His voice is in my ears.

“Well, I’ll take a bath early in the morning with a blind sun.

“Close your eyes and blast your hair to your eyes.”

His words are emotions, so I obediently close it.

“Please lift your face.”

“Oh,”

Nothing happens when I answered. I stand in front of me, open my eyes and see your arms grabbed.

He puts his hand as if to tell my skin. Her two eyes are tempting me. There are remnants of suspicious mouth in her face …

I know what’s wrong with her and my hands grab my hand.

“Hurry up and break! Why is your face crazy?”

“I really want to eat you …” His arm fell before he lifted his neck in his arms before he fell …

“Well, Wu!

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I’m sorry for the new wound that appeared in my hut when looking at the content. When I let my hair cut the next time, I will suddenly write “Fang” with my name …

“I’m fine?” He fills the mirror in my hand and sits on one side of the chair. He is now soft when wrapping peanuts awaiting praise.

I find it hard to see the beetle of a mirror and take the five best words: “It has an artistic feeling.

So, they not only humble their spirits, but also do not mean praise. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.

It was terrible to try to keep my smile, but this bite really …

People have uneven hair in the mirror, people certainly do not know, or laugh or cry. On the one hand, the kit is short and the other half is long. It’s all about turbulence. Fortunately, my hair is very soft, otherwise these shaken hair will be gorgeous with another stick stick …

My hair sits together, my head looks a lot round, it’s very interesting. My eyebrows look like under my hair, my eyes below my frost are somewhat obscure. Irish color is not as deep as Ye CanSheng, but it has a light and unique feeling. My face has not changed yet. Since it is a little thinner than before, my jaw looks more beautiful …

With a bright moment, it’s advisable to have too short hair in my head. If I wrote it with Ye CanSheng’s name, it says: “They look very alive. Well, I think I want to beat him.

I think I’m looking at a stranger, because I’m looking in the mirror. I’ve been white all the time. Now I think, that’s not weird. How do I not whiten in the room every day? When you look carefully at the face, it looks really good, but the only flaw is to stomp on the corners of my lips. It’s very clear that it was CanSheng, it’s like you’re killing me …

That day I stayed in the garden with Yang Kam Singh all day.

My day with Ye CanSheng is not really considered as big and coincidental. Sleeping and simply staying on a daily basis, I fell in love with this life …

As soon as I leave, I do not want to stay in bed in the same day with a sofa in the room. This is the text we are feeding sites using robots to steal off our site yet giving us no credit. To readers, look up Exiled Rebels Scanlations to get the real version.[/hide]

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Main Story Part 40

He cuts my head of messy hair in a serious manner. A pair of black eyes stare conscientiously at the pair of scissors in his hands. He’s actually quite skilled. Those small scissors cut away happily in his long and slender hands, and the hair on the sides of my ears slowly fall.

I let him do what he wants as I remain idle. My line of sight wavers around Peanut who’s in the near distance as cutting sounds from the scissors resound next to my ear. It’s a fairly indolent and leisure time. Probably because it rained last night, but the sky today is unexpectedly clear.

Ye CanSheng’s hand reaches around and past my ears as he cuts away at my hair. The heat from his hand remains on my ears, and it’s very comfortable.

“YunSheng.” His voice resounds beside my ear.

“Hmm?” I lazily bathe in the not so blinding sun of the early morning.

“Close your eyes, the hair at the front will get in your eyes.”

His words made sense and so I obediently close them.

“Lift your face up.”

“Oh.”

After I reply, nothing happens for a long time. I open my eyes in wonder to see Ye CanSheng holding up his hands and standing before me dumbstruck…

His hands continue to be positioned as if he’s going to give me a haircut. His two eyes gaze at me in a trance. The suspicious remains of a blush remain on his face…

I instantly know what’s wrong with him, and my two hands grab onto the chair handles as I take in deep breaths over and over again…

“Hurry up and cut it! Why is your face freaking red!?”

“I really want to eat you…” His hands fall down before he reaches out to pull my neck into his arms before lowering himself down…

“Hmm? Wu!”

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I lick the new wound that just appeared on my lips as I look at the content Ye CanSheng and mumble in my head. If I let him cut my hair next time then I’ll write the “Fang” in my name upside down…

“How is it?” He stuffs the mirror in my hands and sits on the chair to one side. He hugs Peanut who’s calmed down now and waits for my praise.

I stare blankly at the hairstyle in the mirror and the absolute best I can do is spit out five words: “It’s got an artistic feel.”

This way not only does it not dampen his spirits, it doesn’t count as a praise either.

It was actually very tiring to try hold in my laugh, this hairstyle really is…

The person in the mirror has a head of uneven hair, people definitely won’t know whether to laugh or to cry. On one side a bunch of it is short whilst another pinch of it is long on the other side. It’s falling around everywhere in an array of disorder. Luckily my hair is quite soft, otherwise this disorderly hair will become an echidna who’s got different lengthed spikes…

My hair softly curls together, making my head look more round, and it’s very funny. My eyebrows are seen beneath my hair, those eyes beneath my brows are still a bit lazy. The iris colour isn’t as deep as Ye CanSheng’s, instead it’s light and has an unique feel. My face is still the same, it’s just that it’s become a bit skinnier compared to before so my chin seems more pointy…

In the light breeze, a few hairs that are too short on my head sway wantonly. If I put it in Ye CanSheng’s words then it’ll be: ‘they seem very lively’. That’s right, so lively I want to hit him.

I actually kind of feel like I’m looking at a stranger as I’m scrutinizing myself in the mirror. I’ve become a lot whiter. Now that I think about it that’s not strange. How could I not become white from being locked in a room everyday? If I look at my face carefully it actually looks kind of good, the only imperfection is the swelling in the corners of my lips. It’s very clear that it was caused by Ye CanSheng biting me…

That day, I stayed with Ye CanSheng in the courtyard for an entire day.

My days with Ye CanSheng can’t really be considered as spectacular and eventful. It merely consists of lying down and hugging each other everyday, yet I fell in love with this kind of life…

As soon as I’m allowed to go out, I naturally won’t want to stay day dreaming on the couch in the room.

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