Chapter 37: Help you wash and hold your hair.

Before Ji Mo could react, Qianhuang's hand reached out. Ji Mo was frightened and screamed, and quickly jumped three steps away from Qianhuang. Far away.

  "You stinky gangster, what are you doing?"

  Qianhuang looked confused and pointed at Ji Mo's body and said, "You are different from the females in the tribe."

  Ji Mo almost drowned in his own saliva . , crossed his arms and kicked Qianhuang hard, "It's different from your sister. I was kind enough to tie your hair, but you took advantage of me, you stinky scoundrel, stinky bastard."

  Qianhuang still didn't understand Ji Mo. Why are you so angry? The females in the tribe can touch this place. Although he has never touched it, they will not be angry because of this.

  Qianhuang took a few steps forward, and Ji Mo quickly backed away. However, his foot slipped and he fell straight backwards. Qianhuang's eyes narrowed, trying to catch her.

  However, Ji Mo led him to the ground together. When the two cold lips touched each other, both of them were stunned.

  Ji Mo opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at the handsome face above. Before I could react, I felt numbness on my lips.

  Ji Mo was shocked and put his hands on Qianhuang's chest to push him away, but Qianhuang didn't seem to have any intention of getting up. He looked at Ji Mo condescendingly and said seriously, "You are different from the females of the tribe."

  Looking at him Lowering his head to kiss him again, Ji Mo screamed in horror, put his hands on his chest to resist, "What are you doing? Get away from me, I don't want..."

  Qianhuang's golden pupils shone with a burning light, and he breathed heavily. All of it was sprayed on Ji Mo's face, and Ji Mo's sanity, which finally came back, almost lost again.

  Ji Mo suddenly opened her mouth and bit Qianhuang's lips hard. She didn't let go until her mouth was filled with the smell of blood.

  Qianhuang's pupils finally regained some clarity, but when he looked at Ji Mo, they were still aggressive.

  "Qianhuang, calm down. If you need a woman, you can find other people in the tribe. I can't. If you don't want to look for her, I can help you, but don't look for me." Ji Mo Her eyes were full of fear, and she could not accept any contact without emotion.

  Just when Qianhuang was stunned, Ji Mo kicked him away and got up.

  She quickly put her coat on, then put on her pants and shoes, making sure she wasn't exposed anywhere, and then looked at Qianhuang warily.

  Qianhuang stood up, glanced at Ji Mo indifferently, and said in a deep voice, "If you don't want to take a shower, then go back."

  It was as if what just happened had never happened. Even Ji Mo himself doubted this person. So forgetful? But as long as she wasn't forced to do that kind of thing, she was still relieved.

  Ji Mo followed Qianhuang, watching his wet hair dripping with water droplets, hitting his strong muscles, giving him a wild charm.

  "Wait Qianhuang, I told you that I would pull your hair. Come here."

  Qianhuang looked back at her and said coldly, "Forget it, pulling your hair will hurt."

  Ji Mo's mouth twitched hard. He twitched and could only say with a smile, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it just now. I won't hurt you this time. Besides, don't you think it's inconvenient to keep your hair loose like this? Will it cover your eyes?" "

  Qianhuang was a little moved. He hesitated and sat down on a stone. Ji Mo quickly walked behind him, touched the beautiful hair with his fingers, and took out an ordinary wooden comb from his pocket. , although the polishing is not smooth enough, it is still usable.

  He took out the purple-red wooden hairpin again. Ji Mo looked at the hairpin and couldn't help but express his love. It turned out to be red sandalwood. Even though it was just trimmed randomly, it was very elegant and beautiful.

  Ji Mo used a comb to gently help Qianhuang's hair to be smooth. Although Qianhuang's hair didn't want to be tangled like other people in the tribe because it was washed frequently, it was not particularly smooth because it had not been combed.

  The comb brushed through the scalp, feeling a slightly itchy but comfortable feeling. Qianhuang grabbed Ji Mo's hand and looked back at the comb in her hand.

  "What is this thing?"

  Ji Mo's whole senses were on his hands, and he didn't hear Qianhuang's words clearly. Qianhuang's hands were thin and calloused, and it hurt a little when he held her.

  "You, what are you doing? Don't you think again..."

  Ji Mo's words stopped abruptly because Qianhuang took the comb in her hand and ignored her.

  Ji Mo blushed. He seemed to be thinking too much. He was curious about the comb.

  "What is this thing of yours? It seems good to use it to comb your hair."

  Ji Mo pouted, "Of course it is, it is the accumulation of five thousand years of culture, and it is something our ancestors invented for life." Ji Mo took the comb from Qianhuang's hand Take it over and continue combing his hair.