Huo Zun came out of the bath, stuck to Xia Qian and carefully smeared the medicine powder on the wounds on his hands, and pestered her to comb his hair.

His hair was black and bright, and after being dried with a velvet scarf, it was smooth and scattered on his back, like a silky waterfall, adding a lot of painting and tenderness to this handsome face.

Combing her hair was not her forte, his hair was black and smooth, and he finally combed it to the top of his head, but he couldn't hold them in place with silver tops and hairpins.

"Alas! You know that I can't even comb my own hair, and you want to embarrass me! Xia Qian sighed lightly.

He looked at the figures of the two in the dressing mirror, raised his hands and shook them in front of her with a smile.

"I've never been used to this kind of thing of washing, but now that these hands have become like this, I can only bother you, Madame! I only pull my hair up when I'm in the barracks, and the rest of the time I just fix it on the top of my head and drape it neatly over my body, but I can't do it, you just tie them with a ribbon! ”

"This? You said it yourself! Xia Qian pursed her lips and smiled.

Huo Zun smiled and pressed his eyes tightly, and didn't look at the bronze mirror in front of him.

Xia Qian thought for a while, turned around and took out a green silk hairband from his box, combed a simple bun on the top of his head, and tied a slipknot on it with the ribbon.

After admiring her work, she felt as if something was missing, took off the ribbon, turned around and took a pair of scissors.

Scold! Scold! Ever!

With a few crisp sounds, Huo Zun's long eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

His long black hair fluttered to the ground, reflected in the golden bronze mirror, and the scene of the first meeting at the city gate came to their minds at the same time.

That day, her face was flushed from his pinching of the neck, and as soon as she caught her breath, he swept a cold sword over her head, cutting off her hair and spilling it all over the ground.

Thinking of this, the corners of her lips twitched, and she rubbed three scissors.

"Are you taking revenge on me? At that time, I only slashed you once, and you have already cut me six times! ”

Xia Qian shook the scissors in her hand and smiled: "I just want to dress you up more beautifully, how can you be as careful as you think!" ”

With that, she combed his hair together, and the colleague who combed it back pulled up a half-finger-high knot to fix the strands of hair on the top of his head in a delicate slanted arc.

After that, the freshly cut hair is scattered from the sides, from the corners of the eyebrows to the chin of different lengths, flowing and idle.

This trick perfectly combines the modern art of broken hair with the half-tied hairstyle of ancient beautiful men.

The hair scattered on the side of his face added a bit of elegance and freedom to his cold and handsome face, and the green silk and hair that fell on his shoulders added a touch of charm and tenderness to his upright body.

"Huo Zun, you are so good-looking!" She stroked his long shiny black hair and couldn't help but praise.

"You cut it six times in a row, where can you see it?"

He replied unhurriedly, turning his head to look at his reflection in the mirror, the expression on his face a little deep.

Looking at the mirror for a while, Huo Zun raised his eyebrows, and smiled at Xia Qian: "It turns out that you like the chic and uninhibited and amorous son, and you didn't say it earlier!" ”

Xia Qian glanced at him angrily and asked, "When did I say that I like the amorous son?" ”

He stood up and smiled warmly at her, "But isn't my current outfit just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old amorous son?" Moreover, he is still a suave and uninhibited young man! ”

Xia Qian glanced at him angrily, put away the scissors and walked to the bedroom to find him a coat.

Huo Zun smiled and followed to the bedroom, wrapping one hand around her shoulder from behind, and taking the clothes in her hand with the other.

"I'm kidding, you're!"

Xia Qian angrily shook off the arm he wrapped around his body, twisted his eyebrows and said: "I just think you look good, so I spent some effort to dress you up, I knew you didn't like it, just tied it with a ribbon just now, why bother so much!" ”

"Who said I don't like it, I am so casual and free, I am reluctantly disgusted by you, saying that I am a lonely and cold ice pillar!"

Xia Qian frowned, but he didn't expect that when she was drunk that night, he firmly remembered it in his heart.