ââ¦â
The word âgoâ came to the tip of Charityâs tongue as her throat moved.
Was he under the impression she didnât want to wash her hair? This location was too far away, and using water was inconvenient.
âIâll boil some water for you and let you try my shampooing skills later.â Miguel spoke up suddenly and with great interest.
âDonâtâ¦â
The person had already fled before Charity had finished speaking.
After half an hour, Miguel boiled a pot of water, then mixed cold water into the basin, and obtained a basin of warm water.
âCome on, I used to frequently wash my motherâs hair.â Miguel rolled up his sleeves.
Charityâs thin lips moved, seeing how happy he was, and thinking that since she was dizzy, she should wash her head.
âCan you be gentle, my head is not your prey.â Charity regretted shortly after lying down.
âThen Iâll treat your head like a gun, because Iâve always loved my gun.â Miguel paused and slowed his strength.
ââ¦â
Charity was rendered speechless.
Thereâs a reason she has been single for so long.
It is easier to wash my hair, but it is more difficult to blow dry long hair. Charity considered it for a moment before picking up a pair of scissors and, after measuring it, she cut the long hair behind her short.
The previously long hair now only reaches the neck.
âWhat are you doing?â exclaimed Miguel, who had arrived with a hairdryer.
âItâs inconvenient to wash my hair here for a few months, and itâs even more inconvenient to blow your hair, so itâs better to cut it short.â
Charity cut the scissors lightly.
That neat force made Miguel feel ashamed, and he couldnât help but mutter in hushed tones, âIf I hadnât known you were a girl since I was a child, I would have suspected a manâs soul in you, and I wouldnât be as good as you.â
Charity glanced at him blankly, âIf you keep doing this, youâll never find a girlfriend for the rest of your life.â
âI was wrong, Charity; Iâll give you a blow.â
Miguel inserted the plug.
After five minutes of blowing, Miguel looked at her hairstyle for a moment, stunned, before rolling his eyes and saying, âHurry up and take the medicine, Iâm going to cook.â
After speaking, Miguel slipped away in the blink of an eye.
Charity paused for a moment before picking up the phone, opening the selfie, and seeing that her new hairstyle was blown up like a hedgehog. She gritted her teeth. âI would really like to kill Miguel if I wasnât sick.â
After being speechless for a while, ahe wanted to laugh again.
When she did bad things, that guy, like before, made excuses to get away.
â¦
Miguel remained in the north-west for ten days, refusing to leave until the bodyguard had found and arrived.
âDonât worry, Brother Miguel; Iâll protect my sister-in-law.â
Mr. Gage, who had just arrived, patted him on the back. He has been working in East Asia and is unaware of domestic news. He thought Eliza was Miguelâs daughter.
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