Qin Youxue entered the bedroom, and Mo Hexuan followed her in.
Qin Youxue was now certain that this guy came specifically for her. She turned around, glanced at the scissors in his hand, and then lifted her head to ask, "What do you want to do?
Could it be that he wasn't happy seeing her with Jian Yang today and wanted to torment her again?
Holding those scissors, did he intend to cut her or stab her?
With her mind in turmoil, Qin Youxue heard Mo Hexuan say to her, "Come here."
Qin Youxue didn't move.
The man clicked his tongue, kicked a chair in front of her, and said, "Sit down!"
"What do you want to do?" she asked with difficulty once more.
"Why are you talking so much?" Mo Hexuan glared at her, picking up the scissors, "Give you a haircut!"
Haircut?
Qin Youxue touched her shoulder-length hair, glanced at the scissors in Mo Hexuan's hand, and thought, it's ridiculous, who uses such a rough pair of scissors for a haircut? Plus, he clearly doesn't know how to cut hair.
