Beauty Gathered: the Second Dimension of Shen Lin

Well, the purpose of deliberately calling this guy here is just that... The reason is probably "I will be tired if I don't stand on the ground for a long time".

Luan Honglian didn't show any signs of protest, to it it was just a place to sleep late.

Seemingly infected by Luan Honglian, Yaoyue also closed her eyes and took a nap.

After slightly wetting Yaoyue's hair with water, Sakuya Izaya took the tooth scissors and comb and started to do it.

Fine strands of golden hair cascaded down...

Put aside, is a composition that has just been completed

"Do you need me to come?" Mi Haisha asked with a light smile.As a professional model, she is obviously better at this aspect.Even the selected composition was designed by her, "No need, the young master's hair is very soft...it's not difficult to cut." Sixteen nights Sakuya said, while helping Yaoyue cut it according to the composition pattern. with hair.

"makes sense……"

Chapter 810 Nine: Daily life is our devious way!

"Has it been cut?"

Yaoyue, who was woken up in a daze, stretched her waist and then yelled.

"Well..."

Mi Haisha smiled sweetly and held the mirror in front of Yaoyue.

Tilting her head, Yaoyue's sleepy eyes still didn't notice much change from her previous hairstyle.

"It doesn't seem to have changed?" After yawning, Yaoyue muttered lazily.

"Let's take a closer look after washing your face." Mi Haisha reached out and pulled Yaoyue's cheeks to both sides.

To be honest, compared to the previous broken hair, the only thing that has changed is slanted bangs... As for the subtle changes, how could Yaoyue-jun, who doesn't look in the mirror, notice it.

But generally speaking, Yaoyue feels quite satisfied...as long as it doesn't have Shamat's hairstyle...

After sixteen nights Sakuya removed the cloth wrapped around Yaoyue's neck, and swept away the nearby stubble...

"Then I'll continue to sleep...good night..."

Falling limply from the chair, Yaoyue lay down directly on Luan Honglian's body.

Luan Honglian's mane is very warm and soft, and in every sense it is much more comfortable than a pillow...

So Yaoyue-jun closed his eyes just like that...

"Good night, what..." Mi Haisha lifted Yaoyue up without hesitation.

"Even if you have to sleep, you should at least wash your hair."

"Can't I sleep for a while and then get up and wash?" Yaoyue waved her little hand.

"It would be great if I was so active in wanting to sleep at night." Yukiko raised her eyebrows.

"I'm a night owl after all..."

After murmuring twice, Yaoyue fell back to the ground, apparently ready to wash obediently.

"Luan Honglian carries me on her back..."

The lion mount stood up without complaint.

Although the outside is fierce, but it is very obedient, isn't it...

With a chuckle, Saeko Busushima reached out to embrace Yaoyue, hugging her by the waist.

Stepping on the fresh velvet lawn, Saeko Busujima walked towards the small castle-like building with Yaoyue in her arms.

"The smell of my sister, it smells so good..."

Putting her hands on Saeko Busujima's purple kimono, Yaoyue sniffed it through her nose.

"My sister also likes the taste of my brother-kun the most."

Looking at her most precious younger brother, Saeko Busujima showed an obvious doting expression on her face.

With a happy smile, Yaoyue simply buried her head in Saeko Busujima's chest, and turned the sides of the neckline of the kimono outward.

From the open neckline, one can easily see the black and purple underwear inside... But Yaoyue just leaned on Saeko Busujima's chest, and obsessively sniffed the faint fragrance emanating from it.

With a slight smile, Saeko Busujima's strength in holding Yaoyue increased a little.

"Okay, come here quickly"

Sitting on a small wooden bench, Saeko Busujima waved to Yaoyue

"My sister just came up from swimming... Come on, take off your shirt."Saeko Busushima laughed.

"OK then……"

Yaoyue obediently unbuttoned her shirt.

Saeko Busujima turned on the switch of the water heater, and hot water poured from the shower head.

After reaching out to measure the temperature of the water and finding it all right, Saeko Busujima embraced Yaoyue.

Sitting meekly on the small wooden bench, Yaoyue lowered her head and let the hot water wash over her.

Putting the shower head aside, Saeko Busujima gently reached out and scrubbed the top of Yaoyue's head.