Ji Chi returned to the room and put down his pockets, turned on the air conditioner in the living room to 16 degrees, opened the curtains, and fixed his eyes on the figure walking away on the road. His whole body was exuding a colder air than the surroundings.

That man is the one who deserves to be eaten. No, he will not let the dirty him enter his body. He can never get close to her through his body. He should be squeezed into pulp and flushed into the sewer.

…

Qiao Wan scratched her head and stared at her messy bed in confusion. She had to tidy up her bed every morning before going to work. Did she forget to do it this morning?

Forget it, I don't want to worry so much, Ji Chi should be anxious later.

She took a change of clothes into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The warm water at a temperature of 38 degrees celsius wrapped around her bumpy body and flowed down, taking away the fatigue of the day.

Ji Chi always liked to sniff her neck when he was with her. He must also like the smell of her shower gel. Thinking of this, she squeezed some more onto her body and made a lot of bubbles.

At the end of the bath, she closed her eyes and hummed Ji Chi's song happily. Suddenly she felt something crawling on her body along with the water, which scared her so much that she opened her eyes.

A strand of black hair was caught in the running water and slid down from her proud chest. She pulled it aside casually and sighed as usual.

"Oh, I always tend to lose some hair when I wash my hair."

Continue to rinse out the foam.

Every stream of water from the shower head was mixed with black threads, which hit Qiao Wan's head and blended with her black hair, and then flowed downwards with the warm water.

Feeling something was wrong, she opened her eyes again, and black hair passed between her eyelashes, blurring her vision.

Hair is constantly flowing down shoulders, collarbones, chest, and back.

Qiao Wan looked down and saw that there was a lot of water on the ground. She quickly raised her hand and grabbed her hair. When she saw a black ball in her palm, she panicked completely.

"Hair, my hair! Mom! I don't want to become bald!!"

The water flowing out of the shower gradually became transparent. She raised her head and looked up. She grabbed another handful of hair in disbelief, but her palm was still a mass of black.

"Calm down, Qiao Wan, you need to calm down." She kept talking to comfort herself, and began to think about the reason, "Have you worked too hard recently and wasted too many brain cells?"

Looking at the hair all over the floor, my heart was bleeding, and I carefully pulled out a strand without tearing it off. It hung firmly on my head.

After rinsing the hair in her hands, she tried it again and it seemed that it had not fallen out.

The case was solved with one click, yes! It must be like this. It seems that the work should not be too busy. This is retribution.

Squatting on the ground and clasping his hands, "I'm sorry, my dears, I will never curl my hair again. Don't leave me! I love you most!"

After rinsing off the foam, drying her body, she carefully picked up her beloved ones on the ground and put them into the trash can. Then she timidly lifted her head and looked in the mirror. She breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she had a lot of hair, and it was hard to see that she had lost so much.

But what to do next? On one side is her baby Ji Chi, and on the other side is her baby hair. She also wants Ji Chi to live a good life, but she can't live without her baby hair. If she loses so much hair every time she takes a shower, sooner or later she will Became bald.

When a beautiful little girl becomes bald, she cannot accept it.

The good mood of having sex with Ji Chi in the evening was dashed. This time, she was really a little emO.

Carrying a garbage bag, I was walking in the dark corridor in despair. I found a trash can at the corner. The mother of the child upstairs was lying in the trash can again, looking for something. She was still wearing the same red dress. It seemed that her life was not going well.

She gently pushed the woman in red, whose head was almost stuck in the trash can, and said, "Sister, give way while I take out the trash."

The woman in red raised her head, tilted her head with a silly grin and stared at her, "Hehehe..."

"See my hair?"

Qiao Wan was not in the mood to play with her, and said, "Sister, your hair is all on your head."

He handed her a garbage bag and said sadly: "Look, I should be looking for my hair, it's all in the garbage bag."

The woman lowered her head awkwardly, revealing a small corner of white in her ferocious dark eyes, and kept repeating, "My hair, my hair, my hair..."

"No, this is my hair." Qiao Wan said as he was about to throw it into the trash can.

The woman snatched it away, turned around and ran away. Her high heels kept making harsh noises in the dark, and her excited shouts echoed in the corridor.

"My hair! My hair!"

Qiao Wan was left standing there, facing the empty darkness alone. She looked at the direction in which she disappeared and said to herself: "I was wrong before. This sister seems to have some mental problems..."

Isn’t there that kind of person who always wears the same clothes all year round, looks slovenly, and wanders around all day long without anyone caring about him?

But this kind of thing mostly happens in remote villages, so why does it happen in this big city? Could it be that she was deceived by a scumbag and left her and the child behind and was stimulated to become like this?

No wonder her child didn't care about playing marbles all night. She wore her nightgown all day long and sometimes wandered in the corridor in the middle of the night. She looked timid and inferior, and she didn't dare to talk to anyone.

No wonder the little boy stared at me and drooled when he first met him.

It's so pitiful.

She shivered, and there was a gust of cold wind blowing from nowhere. Her wet hair was still hanging on her shoulders. It was already cold in the apartment at night, so she had to go to Baby Ji Chi to comfort her injured heart.

As soon as there was a knock, the door opened immediately. The cold air in the room made Qiao Wan tremble again. Ji Chi stood at the door holding on to his clothes, thinking about how to tell her that he really wouldn't eat her.

Opened his mouth, "I..."

Qiao Wan threw herself into his arms, feeling extremely sad, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Jichi, why is it so cold in your room?"

The air conditioner in the room was still blowing cold air, and Ji Chi's words were interrupted. He hugged her tightly subconsciously, feeling guilty. She didn't seem to know that he was an evil ghost. Evil ghosts are like this, and the places they stay are always cold.

"Uuuuuuuuah, I feel even colder when you hold me." Qiao Wan said, but her body couldn't bear to push him away.

Ji Chi was stunned and panicked and let go of his arm around her.

Qiao Wan grabbed his hand and put it on her body again, "I'm very sad now, please hold me tight."

Facing her like this for the first time, Ji Chi was a little at a loss. He didn't know whether to hug her or not, so he could only say blankly: "What's wrong with you?"

Qiao Wan hung on him, raised her head and saw his handsome face. She began to feel entangled in her heart. She couldn't let go of her hair, and Ji Chi couldn't let it go either. It felt uncomfortable.

"I just took a shower and lost a lot of hair. I have never lost so much hair before. It must be from work recently. What should I do?!"

Ji Chi stared at her wet hair and thought, and said naturally: "Then I won't go to work."

"I can't do it if I don't work. I don't have money if I don't work. I can't buy beautiful clothes for myself, and I can't buy you delicious food. We all have to go hungry." Qiao Wan said bitterly.

Ji Chi walked into the house with Qiao Wan hanging on him, found a hair dryer and dried her hair, "Money? I'll just give it to you."