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"If you want to look like you have a lot of hair, let's leave a middle part first." Ye En resisted the urge to throw the small book in He Gui's hand, and turned around, "It's just about time for you to cut your hair It's about time, don't go, just keep the middle part."

The sound of "swiping, brushing, brushing" has not stopped, and He Gui's small notebook has also worked hard to write down a lot of knowledge points today.

"If you just grow your hair long, it will become a middle part?" The diligent pen paused, "Like the stars in the 8.90s?"

"..." Ye En sighed, and walked into He Gui's room, "Where is your comb, find it, and I will teach you how to do it."

"I don't have one. What kind of comb does a big man use? Just use his hands."

"You should use mine first." Ye En walked up to He Gui, "Sit down, I'll do your hair for you."

The comb drew a line on the head, dividing the hair into two groups. The hand used to hold the paintbrush on weekdays passed through the tip of the hair, and the faint fingers in the black hair appeared whiter and slender.

He Gui trembled unconsciously, subconsciously wanting to escape.But thinking that the man did it to help himself, he still didn't think he didn't wash his hair last night, so he froze in the end and sat up straight again.

Ah, why is my roommate so gentle? I also want someone like this, who cooks delicious food and can save my precarious hairline. If it wasn’t for Ye Wu who got there first, I really, ah, really want to chase after her him.

In order to distract himself, He Gui began to think wildly again, but in the end he couldn't match the light touch of the scalp on the back of his head, and if he wanted to keep it from touching, he finally shook it several times under the man's hand .

"Pfft, so the scalp is your sensitive area?"

Feeling that he had been molested, the little milk dog immediately stood up with a groan, and just as he was about to refute, he found that the top of his head hit a hard chin.

"Ooooooooo!!!"

"Hiss—" Ye En rubbed his chin with the hand that had just rubbed He Gui's hair. After rubbing it, he remembered what his hand was used for just now, so he walked to the sink without saying a word Going to wash my face again.

And He Gui, still immersed in the despair of his gentle roommate being ooced by himself, muttered to himself: "Ah, so he is not always gentle... Wait, if he can tease people, he must be a 1?"

The little milk dog who finally took the roommate as the target of mate selection, but was hit by his own brain hole, pawn.

The author has something to say: I... I was too busy doing research and brushing up questions, and forgot to post an update. .