Lin Yiran turned on the faucet and said to it, "Come, bend down and put your head under the faucet."

Then he patted its back, pressed its back down, and motioned for it to bend down.

Following his actions, Zhu Yu slowly bent down and put his head under the pool.

Lin Yiran pushed its head under the faucet to wash it, then turned off the faucet and said, "Close your eyes."

After that, he asked curiously, "Oh, you shouldn't be afraid of shampoo getting in your eyes now, right?"

Normal people would feel uncomfortable if shampoo got into their eyes, but zombies are not afraid of even knives and guns, so would they be afraid of shampoo getting into their eyes???

This made Lin Yiran a little curious.

However, although he was curious, he did not deliberately put shampoo in Zhu Yu's eyes.

After pouring a large pool of shampoo on Zhu Yu's head, he began to rub it and said to him as he was scratching it: "Make bubbles on your hair like this, then scratch all over your head for a long time until you feel it is clean, then rinse off the bubbles with water."

Zhu Yu just bent over quietly, letting him rub bubbles on him and scratch his head.

Feeling Lin Yiran's hands rubbing and scratching his head, Zhu Yu felt a familiar yet somewhat strange feeling in his heart.

Familiarity feels like it has been done before, while unfamiliarity feels like it hasn't been done for a long time.

After Lin Yiran rubbed it for the first time, he saw that the foam had turned black. He complained in disgust while washing it off with water.

"See? It's all black! There's mud on your head. You have to wash your hair three times with this shampoo to get it clean! Look, look, the water is all black..."

Zhu Yan: “…”

Lin Yiran rinsed off the first batch of foam, squeezed a handful of shampoo on Zhu Yu's head, and continued to rub it.

While rubbing his hair, he kept muttering: "I told you to wash it a long time ago, but you didn't come. Look at your hair, is it dirty? Is it dirty? It must be dirty! Wow~~ This is what happens when you don't wash your hair for three years~ Fortunately, your hair won't grow long. If it could still grow, you wouldn't be a zombie, you would be a savage."

I was complaining in my mind: "Damn, this amount of hair, I'm a zombie, so why not be bald? It's unreasonable for a zombie to have this much hair... I really want to pull a handful of it out... It shouldn't hurt, right? "

Zhu Yan: “…”

When Lin Yiran rubbed the foam on it for the second time, the water had become clearer, but it still felt a little turbid.

Zhu Xun's head also became much cleaner.

The third time, a lot of white bubbles appeared. Lin Yiran was tired of washing the zombie's head. When it was rinsed, he leaned on the side and said to it:

"Okay, this time you can use your hands to rub off the foam on your head, and rinse every part of your head with water... I'm tired, I need to take a rest..."

Although he was not really tired, he had to pretend to be tired.

Zhu Yu tilted his head to look at him, then rubbed and washed his head with both hands as he asked.

Lin Yiran looked at the position where it was flushed, and adjusted the position it didn't reach when it saw it didn't reach it: "Here, here... it's not flushed... yes, yes, flush here. It will take a while to flush it clean."

Under his instructions, Zhu Yu moved his head back and forth under the faucet, letting the water rinse his head all over.

Lin Yiran let it stand after it was rinsed clean: "Okay, okay, it's clean. Stand up."

Zhu Yu then straightened up, and the water in his hair flowed down his face.

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