"HEH HEH, after you’ve turned into a handso guy, I’m going to turn you into a mushroom!" Hua Xiaomo said with a giggle.
"UGH, an ugly mushroom!" Dong Xiaoyou laughed. Then, she took the scissors and began to SNIP SNIP at Hua Xiaomo’s hair.
Soon, fallen strands of hair littered the ground.
Hua Xiaomo felt a cool sensation on the back of her head, and her whole head felt lighter. But looking at the sowhat androgynous hairstyle in the mirror, she couldn’t help but grin with satisfaction.
"How about that, not bad, huh?" Dong Xiaoyou asked, looking at the "handso beauty" in the mirror.
Dong Xiaoyou was even more amazed. With this androgynous style, Hua Xiaomo’s exquisite features looked even more charming and sexy; of course, it also added a refined handsoness.
Combined with her naturally tall and slim figure, her every frown and smile exuded an innate playfulness that made hearts flutter.
Hua Xiaomo flicked her short hair and tossed it twice, laughing, "Your skills are really good, almost as good as a professional hairdresser’s. Why don’t you quit your job and open your own hair salon? Be the boss!"
"It’s just a hobby; I’m not that professional," Dong Xiaoyou said with a modest smile. She couldn’t resist wrapping her arms around Hua Xiaomo’s neck. "So handso! My Xiao Mo!" she exclaid, planting a kiss on Hua Xiaomo’s cheek.
"Heh, want to give your first kiss too?" Hua Xiaomo teased with a laugh. She wrapped one arm around Dong Xiaoyou, pulling her onto her lap, her hands gently encircling Dong Xiaoyou’s waist.
"Xiao You, thank you. You’re always so good to ," Hua Xiaomo said, deeply moved. Holding Dong Xiaoyou felt as warm as spring. It seed no hurdle was too difficult to overco.
"We’re besties! Why would you say that?" Dong Xiaoyou laughed. She took Hua Xiaomo’s hands, which were encircling her, and pulled them tighter around her own waist. "I really hope your troubles pass quickly so our lives can go back to how they used to be."
"Yeah, don’t worry. It’ll be over soon," Hua Xiaomo said gently. Then, looking at Dong Xiaoyou with her long, flowing hair, Hua Xiaomo’s eyes sparkled slightly.
"You should just remain the beautiful Princess in white, with your flowing hair. And I... I’ll be the Flower Guardian protecting you. How does that sound, Xiao You?" Hua Xiaomo laughed.
That made Dong Xiaoyou laugh too. "What beautiful Princess? Is there any Princess in this world as shabby and down on her luck as I am?"
Her words were tinged with self-mockery, yet they brought a pang of sadness to Hua Xiaomo.
"Even though we’re poor, poverty isn’t scary. What’s scary is not having joy," Hua Xiaomo said with deep emotion.
"That’s well said, Xiao Mo." Dong Xiaoyou’s gaze grew heavy. "We are the happiest."
"MHM," Hua Xiaomo nodded firmly.
"It’s getting late. You should go to bed early!"
"Stay with ."
"Of course, handso sis!"
"HEH HEH!"
「The next day.」
As soon as it was light, Dong Xiaoyou dressed and got up. She also made breakfast, leaving it on the table with a note. After a faint smile at the sleeping Hua Xiaomo, she quickly left Hua’s Ho.
Hua Xiaomo was jolted awake by the sound of car horns outside her window.
Damn it! Who’s making such a racket and disturbing my sleep this early?
But the honking outside persisted, soon followed by knocking at the door.
Finally, Hua Xiaomo couldn’t stay in bed any longer. She rubbed her short hair, and just like that, the last traces of sleepiness vanished.
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