"I just realized that your hair is longer than mine." He gently spread Hua Yixian's hair, and the smooth touch showed how carefully he had taken care of it in the past.
"Is it time to twist it some more?" Hua Yixian gently twirled the hair scattered on her chest, gradually turning into a tight squeeze, as if it would be uprooted in the next second.
Shui Miaomiao knew that some families had that kind of rule, "The body, hair and skin are received by the parents, and they dare not damage them. This is the beginning of filial piety." '
Hua Yixian lost her parents after she was born, and there is no trace of them in her memory, so she cherishes them especially.
But now, Hua Yixian will have to support a family.
"How could such good hair be twisted?" Ignoring what he said, Shui Miaomiao slapped Hua Yixian's hand and asked him to let go, rescuing the girl who was almost dying from the heat. Hair, put the hair behind your back and comb it gently.
"My hair has been as black and shiny as it is now after four years of careful maintenance. You can see that within a few days, the ends have turned a little yellow again. Yours is so good. I can't wait to envy you. I should feel distressed if I get strangled." .”
Hua Yixian stared blankly at his hand, the back of his hand was slightly red. Shui Miaomiao's move to save her hair just now was very strong.
"Since Miaomiao likes it, then I won't do it." Putting down her hand, Hua Yixian pursed her lips and smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly. Did Miaomiao like it?
I couldn't bear it, so I could only make excuses.
Without the determination to twist his hair, can he really support a family?
Watching Shui Miaomiao bring water and roll up her sleeves, Hua Yixian became inexplicably nervous and asked, "Do you still want to wash your hair?"
"Of course." Shui Miaomiao replied without raising her head. After digging the hole for two days, it was dusty and stained with tears. How could she get started without washing it.
"How's the water temperature?" He held some water and sprinkled it on Hua Yixian's head.
"Very, very good."
With his hand on his thigh, Hua Yixian tried to calm himself down. Why on earth he was nervous? He had no idea at all until Shui Miaomiao's hand touched it.
"Relax." Lifting up Hua Yixian's head that wanted to lower it, Shui Miaomiao said to herself, "Anyway, we have free time now, and they don't know where they are. What are they discussing behind our backs? I I’ll give you a SPA by the way to relax your muscles and bones.”
"What dad?" Hua Yixian would have jumped up and asked if her head hadn't been under Shui Miaomiao's palm.
"Well, you don't need to know, just enjoy it." Shui Miaomiao turned Hua Yixian's head back, "Sit upright, look in front of you, and relax."
How to relax? Who can tell him, why is this dead daddy like this!
Shui Miaomiao's hands slid from the top of her head to behind her ears and to her neck. She pressed gently and pushed back along the same path. Numbness and soreness spread all over her body in an instant.
The sour and swollen feeling is very comfortable and very painful.
When Shui Miaomiao's hands touched behind the ears and slid down the sides of the neck along the veins, Hua Yixian felt that her heart was about to jump out, so she jumped into Shui Miaomiao's hands.
In the blank moment when Shui Miaomiao pulled away his hand to get the soap, his heart seemed to stop for an instant, unwilling to beat for one more second of his master's life.
My heart only wants to beat for the owner of the hands dancing on my head.
After making foam and piling it on Hua Yixian's hair, Shui Miaomiao said with some regret, "It's just because of the lack of essential oil that the massage won't be smooth, otherwise it could cause you to get sick."
There should be these little things in Shui Yingyin, but Shui Miaomiao is too lazy to look for them. Since they are all martial arts practitioners, it is still a bit difficult to actually apply Sha, but it does not prevent Shui Miaomiao from boasting about Haikou.
"It's better to wash your hair first. If you feel too strong, just tell me."
Essential oils?
Hua Yixian wanted to say that he had it, and could he extend it for a little longer.
He raised his head and looked at Shui Miaomiao.
The fingertips of Gu Xian were stained with white foam and touched the tip of Hua Yixian's nose. Shui Miaomiao smiled brightly and innocently. The sunset that shone in from outside made Shui Miaomiao's whole body shine brightly. The white jade was flawless, "Don't mess around." If you move, I will make your face fall into disgrace next time."
Those clear and transparent eyes, the smile, and the interesting words blocked everything Hua Yixian wanted to say.
What was Shui Miaomiao thinking, and what was he thinking?
Hua Yixian remembered that he once told Grandma Zhengxian that he liked Shui Miaomiao. He liked Shui Miaomiao very much, but it was not enough. There was something missing.
Grandma Zhengxianzu laughed at herself for not having her enlightenment yet.
As the foam on the tip of her nose dissipated and Shui Miaomiao looked away, Hua Yixian understood that he didn't like her, he was in love.
Love her smile, love her eyebrows, love her every move.
He didn't want Shui Miaomiao's eyes to be pure when she looked at him. She should bring something else with her.
For example, something like love and nostalgia, that would definitely look better.
"Miaomiao." Hua Yixian suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Shui Miaomiao's hand.
"What's wrong? Is the strength too strong or is the water cold?" Shui Miaomiao looked at Hua Yixian in the mirror. The mirror was blurred by the heat, and she could not clearly see Hua Yixian's solemnity.
The abstract figure in the mirror made Shui Miaomiao laugh softly.
"Miaomiao me"
"Huh?" Finally realizing that something was wrong in the voice, Shui Miaomiao stopped her smile and tried to touch Hua Yixian's face with her hand held by Hua Yixian.
She thought he was lost again.
It is possible that during that period of time, you will fall into a vortex of depression for no reason. You are unfortunate, and no one can help you.
She won't let Hua Yixian fall into it, absolutely not.
Hua Yixian used some strength to restrict Shui Miaomiao's movements. That move was too gentle and he would lose his temper. "I remember when we first met, you said I was a pink dumpling."
"Indeed, I will never forget that you emerged from the grass and were frightened by a rabbit, but you were cuter than the rabbit at the time."
"What about now? Are we still powdered dumplings now?"
"What's wrong with you?" Shui Miaomiao was a little confused and didn't know what to answer.
"I don't want to be a dumpling anymore. I'm older than you, taller than you, stronger than you, and my cultivation level is better than yours now. Why am I still a dumpling? Can't I change to another one?"
"Then what do you want to be?" Shui Miaomiao softened her voice with a hint of coaxing.
Hua Yixian heard it, so Shui Miaomiao would agree to whatever request he made at this moment, but this was not what he wanted.
Shui Miaomiao let go of her hand in despair. This time, the mark on Shui Miaomiao's wrist was clearly visible. It was so red that it turned purple at the edges. It was pinched by herself. She murmured to herself, "You rejected me once. You rejected me from the beginning. It's meant to be."
"Just dumplings!" Hua Yixian suddenly laughed. Shui Miaomiao didn't understand anything. If he didn't understand, it meant he had never meant it before.
The water has cooled and the fog on the mirror has dissipated, but the person reflected is still distorted, and the smile that is gradually expanding is full of bitterness.
"At least I'm the only dumpling."
"You?" Shui Miaomiao was confused and stretched out her hand to test carefully again. Hua Yixian closed her eyes and leaned her face forward, "Go on, didn't Miaomiao say she wanted to design my hair? Let me see. This strand of white hair is an eyesore, it doesn’t look good no matter what..."
