Looking at himself in the mirror, Adam slightly adjusted the towel draped over his shoulders to make sure that the hair that fell out would not get into his neck, and seriously checked the details of the haircut for a while; the whole expression was very flat, not too many waves could be seen, and there was even a trace of rigor and concentration like delving into the subject - obsessive-compulsive patients plus cleanliness patients, sure enough, everything is orderly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

However, Kyle, who was standing next to him, looked extremely agitated, his brows furrowed, his body shook uncontrollably, and he kept babbling, "No, no, you shouldn't have done this, you made a wrong choice!" Kyle's head kept shaking, and he desperately denied that in reality, his wrinkled cheeks looked like a bun, and the tangled was clearly written on his face, "You're going to look weird, bro!"

This full of negative energy made Adam's movements pause, turned his head, tilted his head slightly, his eyebrows were full of speechlessness, spread his hands, and said incredulously, "What do you mean?"

"It's going to look weird then!" Kyle didn't even dare to look Adam in the eye, his gaze just touched Adam's eye through the mirror, and he quickly turned away.

Adam's shoulders shrugged slightly, looking at Kyle helplessly, Ying's straight eyebrows gently leaned towards the middle, as if full of question marks, and the innocence on his face had a kind of green feeling that made people laugh, "What the hell are you talking about?" When he spoke, the end of each word was slightly elongated, and the kind of incredulous and incomprehensible confusion was vividly brought into play, which was in stark contrast to Kyle's impetuousness and anxiety.

Kyle lifted his hand and stroked Adam's hair, the good touch made his fingers twist twice, causing Adam's eyes to widen and complain speechlessly, "Hey, I'm not the 'hair smells' girl in the bar." ”

This amazing humor caused the staff standing behind the monitor to purse their lips tightly, trying not to interrupt the shooting with their laughter.

Jonathan's expression relaxed a little as well—Lan Li could now say lines that weren't in the script, which was a positive sign. Looking at Lan Li's serious impatient expression, it was really a joy to say such a joking word. Next, it was up to Seth to deal with it like this, and he felt that it was finally a bit of a comedy now.

Kyle stepped forward and sniffed Adam's hair. This action made Adam reflexively avoid it, and turned his head to try to avoid Kyle's "salty/pig hand", but Kyle still didn't give up, and simply kept touching Adam's head with his right hand, and opened his palm, feeling the touch of hair through his fingers, Adam's slightly curly hair suddenly became a bird's nest.

"Evil. Kyle's whole face wrinkled into a disgusted expression, "Girl, you're not a girl! Your hair looks like Donald Trump wore a wig." ”

Adam was stunned, his head turned around, he turned his head, turned around, and looked directly at Kyle, "Should I be angry because of this?"

Kyle grabbed Adam's shoulder, turned him back to the mirror, then raised his right hand and continued to rub Adam's head as if a father was touching his son's head, which made Adam roll his eyes, but he didn't resist, just stood there with a loveless expression.

"I mean, who knows if there's a bird//or something above your head?" Kyle's complaint, and then in connection with the metaphor just now, the black humor directly overflowed.

But Adam didn't have time to pay attention to this, his eyes widened, he looked at Kyle in the mirror, and said word by word, "You said you liked the idea!" The accusation was like a child accusing his mother of trampling on his toy, full of grievances.

"I like the idea, from a theoretical point of view. Kyle took half a step back, spread his hands, and argued aggrievedly and panickedly, which made Adam's expression freeze for a moment, his dark brown eyes full of helpless shock, and his slightly open mouth had a kind of "jaw dislocation" joy.

"Since we're really going to do this, I'm telling you, I think you look like Van hell Diesel. Kyle put on a look of fear and avoidance, exuding an aura of rejection all over his body, and complained directly without mercy.

Adam looked in the mirror, departed from Kyle's reflection, refocused his hair, shook his head, and said steadfastly, "We need to do this." At the same time, he clenched his fists and cheered himself on.

"Let's not do that. Kyle muttered, rolling his eyes.

"We have to do this!" Adam said forcefully, taking a deep breath, ready. As soon as he spoke, his eyes lifted and he glanced at Kyle defiantly, "What did you just say?"

Kyle was stunned, his eyes widened, pretending to be innocent, but secretly drifted his gaze upwards, "What?"

Kyle could feel the burning gaze, quietly lowered his head, looked in the mirror, and then saw Adam's slightly narrowed eyes, which suddenly made him feel weak, pretending to whistle and look away, completely refusing to confront Adam head-on.

Adam's jaw shook slightly, he withdrew his gaze, and again, "We must do this!"

"I don't want it, brother. Kyle immediately came to his senses and retorted without flinching. But seeing Adam's gaze, he had to add, "Come on! I'm going to you!"

"You ......" Adam still wanted to continue to force Kyle, but he didn't expect that Kyle directly handed over the electric push clipper, with a look of disgust on his face, as if what he was holding in his hand was not an electric push clipper, but a bunch of dirty things, which made Adam helpless for a while, his shoulders fell directly, and he said in a long tail note, "Come on, do it!"

"No way!" Kyle nudged the electric pusher shears and motioned for Adam to take over.

Adam was really speechless, "You promised before!"

"I don't want to do it now. Kyle's voice rose as well, emphasizing his position, "You're going to blame me if it's ugly, and you're going to scold me every time you see your bald head." Kyle certainly didn't pause or breathe when he spoke, and he went straight down as soon as he was done, and when he finished speaking, his face turned red, but he still stared at Adam with his eyes open.

Adam pursed the corners of his lips, rolled his eyes with a speechless and cold expression, and squinted at Kyle, his slightly narrowed eyes full of disdain and contempt, as well as disgust. Then he took over the electric push scissors, turned on the switch, ignored Kyle, who was still chattering and thinking, and directly pushed the electric push shears to the door of his head.

This crisp and neat movement, without any hesitation at all, without any cushioning, directly startled Kyle, all the sounds were stuck in his throat, and the whole person was frightened to retreat, and his back hit the radiator directly, which was not enough, and reflexively raised his hands, firmly covering his cheeks - including his eyes.

That childish gesture is really unbearable.

The electric clippers were already next to the hairline, but Adam suddenly remembered something, temporarily stopped the electric clippers, and then saw Kyle's movements, he couldn't help choking and smashed his mouth, "Wait." Adam thought for a moment, turned off the switch, and then saw Kyle put his hands down, but still looked terrified, "Wait a minute!"

Adam didn't look back, just turned his head slightly, looked at Kyle through the mirror, his eyes slowly narrowed, and he looked at Kyle with suspicion and suspicion, this look made Kyle a little hairy, and he couldn't help but start blinking, even he didn't realize it, blinking extremely hard.

The quiet air slowly flowed through the confined space, and Kyle didn't know what was wrong, but his eyes couldn't help but start drifting outward, avoiding direct contact with Adam, and he couldn't help but start feeling weak - even though he didn't understand what was going on.

Adam's chin rose slightly, and through the reflection of the mirror, he looked up and down, carefully and carefully, as if he could pass through that layer of skin and really get a glimpse of Kyle's soul, which made all the hairs on Kyle's back stand up, and he couldn't help but raise his hands and make a resisting appearance, that posture was really too funny.

Adam was satisfied, and then asked in a deep voice, "What are you doing with this?"

Quiet, quiet.

Kyle slowly lowered his hands, unaware of it, and his gaze began to slide gradually, and the look of weakness could not be more obvious, "Clean." My body hair?" Kyle himself didn't believe it, and his voice became quieter and quieter, and by the end, it was almost gone.

Then Kyle noticed the substantial gaze, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Lan Li's face up close, and he turned his head to ask directly face to face, "When was the last time you cleaned it?"

All of Kyle's arrogance vanished, and he modestly took the electric clipper, looked at it carefully, and said vaguely, "Like brand new?" Obviously it should be an affirmative sentence, but he didn't expect the end of the sentence to rise uncontrollably, and it seemed that even he himself was not quite sure.

"It's amazing. Adam's answer was even more perfunctory, taking over the electric push, and his eyes were even more empty and soulless. Anyway, it's all the same, what do you want to do when you are entangled in these delicate problems?

"Absolutely clean. Kyle emphasized, and then he saw Adam put the towel back on, and there was no hesitation in the unsteady movement, and he was stunned, and then realized that there was no room for manoeuvre, and Adam really had to do it. So, he bared his teeth and helped Adam sort out the towel.

Then I saw Adam lift the electric push shears without hesitation and push it down directly.