Luo Chuan did not particularly like getting his hair cut, mainly because he disliked the strangely hollow feeling when his hair suddenly became shorter. Still, to keep it from growing long enough to tie into a braid, it was necessary no matter how unwilling he was.
Yao Ziyan volunteered to take on the role of hairstylist.
Luo Chuan was now very curious about just how many unshown skills this girl was hiding. Heaven knew how much she had learned while traveling across the Tianlan Continent. This was the legendary protagonist template, wasn't it?—and it had been solemnly emphasized countless times that Yao Ziyan was an eternally seventeen-year-old beautiful girl.
"How much do you want cut off?"
"Mm... just a little."
"How much is a little?"
"About this much."
Luo Chuan held up his fingers to indicate roughly the length of a finger joint.
He now felt as though he had come to a barbershop, told Tony the Hair Stylist what he wanted, and could only leave the rest to Tony's interpretation and fate.
Heaven knew where Tony the Hair Stylist had learned his sense of length.
Fortunately, Yao Ziyan was not Tony the Hair Stylist. Though her hair-cutting skills had not reached the level of mastery, she was still quite proficient. Giving Luo Chuan a haircut was effortless for her.
Yao Ziyan was now standing before Luo Chuan, holding a pair of scissors she had somehow produced from nowhere. Her lips were lightly pursed, and her purple eyes held nothing but concentration.
Fine strands of hair continuously fell before Luo Chuan's eyes. That delicate, flawless pretty face was right in front of him, her brows and eyes beautiful as though painted. In her glasslike violet pupils was reflected a person's shadow. Luo Chuan could smell Yao Ziyan's faint fragrance and