Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1041 The pit is 193 meters deep
Hair for him?

The sudden stinging pain started from the fingertips and stretched to the heart. There was a numb soreness that grabbed the nerves of his body, making Mo Jiu unable to move. He could only let his emotions spread until the blood flow slowly returned to normal.

Wanfa's love affair ends in vain.

Wanfa's word, I don't know when, I always have some affection for Baishou.

Looking at Xiao Qian's soft gaze, Mo Jiu grinned, trying to act more relaxed and at ease.But she is not a born performer after all, it is too difficult to pretend that she doesn't care under such a situation.

"It's like a dream."

She smiled inexplicably, and stroked Xiao Qian's hair.

"Wan hair is fine, but Xiao Liulang, what should I do without a comb?"

Sitting cross-legged on the messy straw, Xiao Qian looked at her with a smile, his posture was a very standard ancient character, that smile, like water droplets, penetrated into the bottom of Mo Jiu's heart little by little, causing her to shiver for no reason.

"Using your fingers as a comb is the ultimate love."

The ten fingers are connected to the heart, and combing with the fingers is the heart.

A strange soreness surged in Mo Jiu's heart, as if some emotion was about to burst out of his body.

She suppressed it desperately, her eye circles were a little red, but her mind was a little confused.

Xiao Liulang, what are you thinking?
From Bianjing not far away to Lin'an to throw himself into the net, are you really not ready to save yourself?
"Xiao Liulang, besides Wanfa, do you have nothing else for me to do? There are only two days left, time is precious, we shouldn't waste it on such boring things."

She asked softly, with a glimmer of hope remaining in her heart.

Xiao Qian's movements remained the same, standing still, looking at her quietly with a smile.

"Wanfa is also a big deal."

Mo Jiu closed her eyes, suddenly she didn't want to see his smile.

Well, Wanfa is indeed a big deal.

Rubbing her sore eyes, Mo Jiu raised her head and forcefully forced back the tears that filled her eyes.

"Okay, then I'll post it for you again."

He smiled gratifiedly, and said softly: "The bun you tied up for me that day was too loose, and it would fall off after a few steps. This time, tie it up a little tighter."

"Hey, you still dare to despise my craftsmanship?"

"...Don't dare." He said with a serious face, "As long as Ah Jiu Wan's, it's fine."

"Go! You don't like it, but I like it very much." Mo Jiu lowered his head and brushed his shoulder, staring at him with twinkling eyes, "Wait, I'll ask for a comb."

Curving her lips slightly, she went out with a smile.

When I came back again, I took a brand new wooden comb in my hand.

Sure enough, Song Xi gave her great "freedom". As long as she didn't take people outside the prison in the imperial city, the prison boss would try his best to satisfy her whatever request she had.What's more, what she wants is just a small comb?

"This prison is very humane for dying people."

When Mo Jiu came back, he said this to Xiao Qian with a smile on his face.

The word "death", it seems that the two of them don't want to hide it anymore.

Xiao Qian didn't take it seriously either, and hummed, "Did Ah Jiu thank you?"

Mo Jiu glanced at him, snorted softly, suppressed the urge to scold his mother, moved his lips, and slipped out a sentence, "Thank you, not only thank him, but also thank his eighteen generations of ancestors. "

Xiao Qian chuckled and shook his head, with a look of connivance and helplessness.

Mo Jiu glanced at him, stopped talking, and slowly half-kneeled behind his back, combing his hair bit by bit.

Like most ancient people, Xiao Qian's hair is very long, but it is the smoothest long hair Mo Jiu has ever seen.He has a cleanliness habit and is very particular about it. He usually washes his hair once every two days at most, which is so precious.

(End of this chapter)