"The little head down there?"
Sun Xiaowen blinked her large, watery eyes, momentarily unable to comprehend what exactly Tienan was referring to.
But when Tienan undid his belt and brought out the object Sun Xiaowen both loved and feared, she was too shy to look directly at it.
"Come on, don't be shy, give me the trendiest cut!"
"If I'm not satisfied, I'll have to punish you severely."
Tienan cleared his throat, speaking with a parched throat.
"This, Sister Zhu Hong never taught me how to cut this."
Sun Xiaowen squatted down, staring at that exceedingly dense area, studying it carefully.
"You need to learn to infer, you can't rely on others to teach you everything if you want to improve, come on."
Tienan grabbed Sun Xiaowen's small hand, immediately urging her on.
"Okay, alright, I'll give it a try then."
Sun Xiaowen pursed her lips, picked up a small comb, and earnestly combed a shape into it.
At first, it was all good; Sun Xiaowen could cut without distraction.
