Lips and Teeth Depend on Each Other. Good Afternoon, Vian
The flickering lights drove away the silent darkness, turning on one by one and illuminating the splendid, brightly lit hall.
A pair of arms lined with smooth muscles emerged from the thick liquid, reaching out from a silver-gray metal box.
Then those hands gripped the edge of the metal box and pushed lightly. As the liquid parted, a head with wet hair plastered across its cheeks emerged into the light.
"Good afternoon, Vian."
The screen beside him lit up, displaying the Little Girl in a white dress.
A delicate-looking maid with a curvaceous figure slowly walked over from the side, offering a brand-new towel and a fresh suit.
He Ao quickly dried himself with the towel and changed clothes.
A high-end screen nearby flickered, transforming into a perfect mirror that reflected his figure.
The maid, who had already moved behind He Ao, held another towel and dried his hair. At the same time, she opened her palm to reveal an air vent and quickly blow-dried his hair.
"My hair has gotten a little long."
He Ao looked at his reflection.
Vian's original short hair had grown into ear-length hair.
Though bodily changes were slow while he was in a "sleeping" state, they did not seem to have stopped entirely.
"Do you need it cut?"
Eve asked from the screen beside him.
"Just trim it."
He Ao looked at himself in the mirror and spoke slowly.
It was neither long nor short. If it grew a little longer, he could tie it into a ponytail. At this length, it could only be trimmed.
The maid extended her fingers. Two slender blades protruded from her index and middle fingers, and she held her hand above He Ao's locks, moving swiftly.
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