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Gong Beiming didn't care at all about his illness, not even taking it seriously.

Perhaps it was because he had become accustomed to it over time.

After shaving, Chi Xiaoyu suddenly said, "Let me fix your hair for you! It's a mess..."

Gong Beiming glanced at her sideways, "With your skills?"

Chi Xiaoyu raised her small hand and shook it, "What's wrong with me? Are you underestimating me?"

"Drawing is fine, but when it comes to hairstyling, it's not that I'm underestimating you, but you're really not cut out for it!"

"Psh, just wait and see! Sit tight, close your eyes, and you're only allowed to open them after I say so, once you've been surprised!" Chi Xiaoyu said with a sly smile.

He narrowed his long eyes and gave her a skeptical look, then nodded in agreement, "OK!"

Gong Beiming sat on a stool with his eyes obediently closed, his features appearing extremely delicate under the light, nothing like those of Madam Gong.