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Gong Beiming didn't care at all about his illness, not one bit.

Perhaps it was because he had gotten used to it over time.

After shaving, Chi Xiaoyu suddenly said, "Let me take care of your hair! It's all messy..."

Gong Beiming looked at her askance, "You think you can?"

Chi Xiaoyu raised her small hand and waved it, "What's wrong with me? You underestimate me, huh?"

"Drawing is fine, but when it comes to hairstyles, it's not that I underestimate you, but you really can't handle it!"

"Tch, just you wait! Sit tight and close your eyes. When I tell you to open them, that's when you can, okay?" Chi Xiaoyu said with a mischievous smile.

He squinted his long eyes and gave her a skeptical look before nodding in agreement, "OK!"

Gong Beiming sat on the stool, obediently closed his eyes; under the light, his features were really delicate, bearing no resemblance to Madam Gong whatsoever.

Chi Xiaoyu first grabbed a comb, hair clips, like rubber bands...