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.

with tired eyes, glanced at him and spoke softly

Anthony replied, “Hmm?”

nuzzled her face against his chest and said, “I

refused to let go and held onto him as

possible for her to live a

it was also good, just staying

a normal life and find

peacefully and

definitely not make it difficult

arms, a satisfied grin on her lips,

silent, his gaze lowered as he watched her. After a while, he raised his hand and gently caressed

“Goodnight.”

was nice like

enjoyed this companionship, feeling deep tranquility. Without realizing it, Lisa had already become a part of his

it was a pleasure

**

this moment, Blake was

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

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

couldn’t just soak in it

Margaret for a bucket, then divided it into

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

it up

he took out two more

Blake stepped inside, he could

injuries from years of fighting, as well as the places where he had been shot

ice pond water, Blake could distinctly feel the

was so intense that his whole body burst with power. Fatigue swept away, and the longer he soaked, the more mentally invigorated

the water. He rested his head against a raised surface, leaving only two

felt that every blood vessel and cell in his body seemed to open up, and every pore

in the cave. He was already sensitive to the rules of the world, and

and immediately pursued this feeling, repeatedly

if the voice of flesh was transforming and

seemed to dissipate

Splash!

Blake suddenly sat up.

he felt he could break free from the

trying it out came to his

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

“Don’t clean my room, don’t touch anything, especially the buckets of

Margaret looked puzzled, “Okay…”

saw Blake

the middle of the night,

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