Nan Mufeng's hair was singed in spots, the charred tips standing out in stark contrast, and washing it did nothing to hide the aftereffects of the fire.
"Let me cut your hair for you!" Jian Xi suddenly stood up in search of scissors.
"Do you know how?" Nan Mufeng asked, raising his hand to touch his head, already concerned about his hairstyle.
Jian Xi had found the scissors and she brandished them with a snip-snip: "Yes!"
The things Jian Xi knew were truly numerous! Every time she brought surprises to Nan Mufeng. This time wouldn't be an exception, right? Thus, Nan Mufeng became expectant.
His wife was about to cut his hair!
Jian Xi first wrapped a bath towel and towel around Nan Mufeng's body, blew his hair up with a hairdryer, combed it out, and started cutting.
Seemed pretty professional!
Nan Mufeng was very reassured.
"Snip, snip—"
