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.

spoke softly with a sleepy tone, “I like it

Anthony replied, “Hmm?”

her face against his chest and said, “I

go and held onto him as they both drifted

to live a normal

also good, just staying by

day he wanted to live a normal life and find a

would peacefully and

not make it

in her arms, a satisfied

he watched her. After a while, he raised

“Goodnight.”

nice

feeling deep tranquility. Without realizing it, Lisa had already become

supporting each other, it was

**

was still soaking in the

for him, and with a wave of her hand, the

in the ice pond, he realized the extraordinary nature of the ice

just soak in it

took a spoon and asked Margaret for a bucket,

he took out a bucket, he calculated and realized the tub was already too full to

it

more buckets

as Blake stepped inside, he could clearly feel

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

in the ice pond water,

whole body burst with power. Fatigue swept away, and the longer he soaked, the more mentally

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

his body seemed to open up, and every pore

in the cave. He was already sensitive

immediately pursued

sound, as if the voice of flesh was transforming and becoming stronger, made Blake feel

vague obstruction seemed to

Splash!

Blake suddenly sat up.

his current state, he felt he could break free from the cave

it

in the ice pond was too

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

Margaret looked puzzled, “Okay…”

she saw

night, Blake

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