Su Nuo pinned his hands behind his back, took off the hair strands on the ivory comb, and was just about to step forward to continue combing his hair for Ink Liushuang.

Ink Frost refused with a cold face.

He doesn't want to be bald yet.

Comb it yourself.

Mo Liushuang raised her eyebrows, pursed her thin lips slightly, and stretched out her hand towards Su Nuo.

Su Nuo blinked her watery eyes and looked at Mo Liushuang's hand that suddenly stretched out.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he didn't seem to be so difficult to get along with.

It seems that I have begun to accept myself.

So, Su Nuo gently put his other hand on the hand of the ink flow frost.

The soft little hands are as white as jade, as if they have no bones.

Ink Cream: ???

It's a fool!

She just wants a comb, why is she resting her hand on it?

Why are you still laughing silly.

However, her hands are so slippery!

Subconsciously, Mo Liushuang reached out and pinched it, feeling like she was kneading some kind of dough.

It's so good to pinch!

One after another, the ink flow frost pinched several times.

"It hurts."

Su Nuo shouted aggrievedly.

A pair of big eyes, red, and teary eyes looked at him.

He was really angry, and when he saw that he had just made his hair, he pinched his hand and retaliated!!

It must be like this!!

Mo Liushuang was stunned, looking at Su Nuo silently, but complaining silently with tears in his eyes.

Shook off her hand at the moment, and there was a hint of cruelty in her eyebrows.

What the hell are you doing?

It must be her reason that she has become inexplicable, and this is not like herself.

Thinking of this, Mo Liushuang glared at Su Nuo viciously.

Su Nuo was full of tears, and when she touched the eyes of Mo Liushuang, she trembled with fright and shrank back.

He...... It's so fierce.

My hands hurt too.

Su Nuo lowered her head, looked at her red hands, and felt extremely aggrieved.

I couldn't help but cry.

"Don't cry!"

Mo Liushuang's voice was a little loud, and Su Nuo was frightened and opened her mouth slightly. Ba, but the tears are falling down with a click.

Just then, Ink Frost wanted to get the comb in her hand.

Her tears fell on the back of Ink Frost's hand one by one.

It was hot and hot, as if it had been smashed on the tip of his heart.

The ink flow cream was a little uncomfortable, curled up his fingers slightly, his face was slightly cold, and his eyes were also glowing with frost and cold light.

For a moment, Ink Cream didn't know how to deal with herself.

"My hands hurt."

Su Nuo stretched out his hand towards the ink flow frost.

The little soft and white hands have red marks on them.

Su Nuo's natural soft white skin was pinched slightly, and the red mark never disappeared.

It's really squeamish.

"You blow it for me."

Su Nuo took a few more steps forward, and stretched his hand forward.

The huge apricot eyes, with a layer of mist, looked pitiful.

Ink Liushuang's cold face, because she was so soft, inexplicably felt that her heart was also soft. Soft.

Ink Frost lowered her head, squeezed her little hand, brought it to her lips, and blew it.

After blowing, Mo Liushuang let go of her hand, and her handsome face was turned to the side, and her voice was a little low.

"You go wash up."

"Oh."

Su Nuo nodded, held his phoenix crown with both hands, and walked towards the ear room.

At this time, Mo Liushuang looked back and looked at Su Nuo's back.

The face is full of anger, and the eyes are secretive.

Is this Su Nuo real, or is it pretended?