Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 813

Anthony closed his computer and entered the room.

Just then, Lisa emerged wearing pajamas, her hair still damp and hanging from her shoulders.

He set the computer aside and picked up a hairdryer, saying, “Come here, let me blow-dry your hair.”

Lisa stubbornly replied, “I can do it myself!”

She grabbed the hairdryer.

The contraption seemed somewhat amusing for a young child, but just right for her.

Anthony still wanted to insist, but he saw her snatch the hairdryer and dash off in a puff of smoke.

The hairdryer sound echoed from the bathroom.

Anthony stood at the doorway, leaning against the doorframe as he watched her.

He saw Lisa holding a hairdryer and blowing it wildly against her own face.

Then she turned to her hair, spinning it around like a spinning washing machine drum.

Her hair was instantly blown into a messy tangle, resembling a chicken coop. When it dried, it formed clumps of knots…

Lisa, with her frizzy hair, innocently looked at Anthony.

Blowing her hair was something she enjoyed, but she didn’t like combing it.

Anthony, feeling helpless, took the comb and stood behind her, slowly helping her untangle it.

He never knew that Lisa couldn’t comb her hair until one day when he saw her battling with a comb.

She ended up pulling chunks of hair out, which was terrifying.

Anthony had combed Lilly’s hair before, and under the nagging guidance of Old Mrs. Crawford, he already knew that tangled hair should not be combed from the roots downward.

Instead, the ends should be combed first, then slowly worked your way up.

That way, it wouldn’t hurt.

Lisa stood obediently as Anthony moved gently, and she closed her eyes, feeling very comfortable.

As she kept her eyes closed, she gradually grew sleepy and, surprisingly, fell asleep while standing!

What a strange sight!

Anthony sighed, set the comb down, and lifted her horizontally, carrying her towards the bedroom.

glanced at him and spoke

Anthony replied, “Hmm?”

nuzzled her face against his chest and said, “I like

refused to let go

no longer possible for her to live a normal life as a living

it was also good, just staying

to live a normal

would peacefully and obediently

not make it

her arms, a satisfied grin

he raised his hand

“Goodnight.”

nice like

it, Lisa had already become a part of his

each other, it was a pleasure

**

was

and with a wave of her hand, the bathtub instantly

ice

couldn’t just

Margaret for a

he calculated and realized the tub was already too full to accommodate his body

filled it up too

out two more buckets before he

stepped inside,

injuries from years of fighting, as well as the places where he had been shot before. This was even with good postoperative

as soon as he soaked in the ice pond water, Blake

with power. Fatigue swept away, and the longer

originally sitting, but changed his position and lay in the water. He rested his head against a raised surface,

in his body seemed to open up,

sensitive

immediately pursued this feeling,

flesh was transforming and becoming stronger, made Blake feel a lightness

first, that vague obstruction seemed to dissipate

Splash!

Blake suddenly sat up.

he could break free from the

of trying it out came

his clothes because the water in the ice pond was too precious and extraordinary. He couldn’t

He hastily instructed, “Don’t clean my room, don’t touch anything, especially the buckets of water in the

Margaret looked puzzled, “Okay…”

she saw Blake

of the night, Blake

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