Half Martial Immortal, Half Margin Monarch

Chapter 433
This is not really modest.Ning Xuemo complained in her heart, but judging by his appearance, she didn't give herself any room to refuse.

Well, just comb it!
Ning Xuemo took the comb, stood behind him and began to comb his hair.

His hair was as black as splashed ink and as cool as water.The wooden comb can slide directly to the bottom when placed on top of his head.It feels exceptionally good in the hand.

Ning Xuemo stroked his hair, then thought about her own hair.

Damn, her hair is not as good as this man's!
She was quick to do things, and she would pull up his hair in threes and fives, and pin a cold jade hairpin on the table, and she would take care of it.

She took a step back and looked it over, her expression was a little distorted, a little guilty...

Han Shanyue also seemed to see something from her expression. From nowhere, she conjured up a quaint mirror, took a random look, and the veins on her forehead twitched!
His hair was indeed tied into a bun by her, but the bun was a bit big, lying on top of his head like a ball.She also unconventionally let a circle of hair down for him, loosening it in random strands here and there.

This hairstyle--it's simply unbearable to look at!

Han Shanyue has never been so ugly in her life!

Did this girl do it on purpose? !She is obviously not an ordinary ingenuity!

He casually took off the hairpin on the top of his head, and let the ball fall down again: "Recomb! If you can't comb well, I will shave your head bald!"

This was really an ingenious threat, but it worked for Ning Xuemo.

She is beautiful, if her head becomes bald, she might as well hit the wall!

"I really can't. I've never combed anyone else's hair. Why don't I call you an ingenious maid?" She believed that many women were willing to do this.

Han Shanyue glanced at her lightly: "I only allow concubines to comb their hair, not maids."

What a mess!
Ning Xuemo blurted out: "Then why don't you marry a maid who combs hair as a concubine?"

"There is no lone star among them, I can't bear it." Han Shanyue's voice was still faint.

"..."

In other words, he only wanted to harm her?If he killed himself, he would feel less guilty?
This bastard has never been kind to her!
Ning Xuemo was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and combed his hair again.

This time, there was a mirror in front of him, and Ning Xuemo's every move behind him fell into his eyes.

He pointed her out from time to time, but in the end he couldn't see it anymore, so he simply held her wrist and taught her step by step...

The palm of his palm was warm and dry, completely enveloping her little hand, the heat seemed to be transmitted directly to her body along with his palm, Ning Xuemo suddenly felt a little hot, her heart skipped several beats.

Finally, under his instruction, she fixed his hair.

He looked at himself in the mirror and nodded: "It's almost done this time. In order to practice your skills, you will comb my hair every day in the future."

Ning Xuemo smiled, but said nothing.

In the future, there will be no future.

This time she will choose to escape in disguise, and she has already arranged all the escape routes.

She looked at the gourd-shaped hot spring not far away, and was still a little puzzled: "Is this hot spring natural?"

Han Shanyue didn't answer her question, but asked instead: "Are you going to sacrifice to the rooftop with me? Or soak in the hot spring here and wait?"

Ning Xuemo was worrying that he would keep pulling her away, so when she heard that she had a choice, of course she chose the latter one - soaking in hot springs!
(End of this chapter)