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.

and spoke softly with a sleepy tone, “I

Anthony replied, “Hmm?”

chest and said, “I like

go and held onto him as

to live a normal life as a living

good, just staying

he wanted to live a normal life and find a normal

peacefully

not make it difficult for

a satisfied grin on her lips,

After a while, he raised his hand and gently caressed her cheek with the back

“Goodnight.”

was nice like

Without realizing it, Lisa had already become a part of

supporting each other, it was a pleasure like

**

was still soaking in the

wave of her hand, the

of her experience in the ice pond,

he couldn’t just

spoon and asked Margaret for a bucket, then divided it into

and realized the tub was already too full to accommodate

filled it up too

two more buckets before he immersed

stepped inside,

well as the places where he had been shot before. This was

as he soaked in the ice pond water, Blake could distinctly feel the

burst with power. Fatigue swept away, and the

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

cell in his body seemed to open up,

rules underground in the cave. He was already sensitive

immediately pursued this

as if the voice of flesh was transforming and becoming stronger,

that vague obstruction seemed to dissipate completely

Splash!

Blake suddenly sat up.

state, he felt he could break free from

it out came to

and put on his clothes because the water in the ice pond was too precious and extraordinary.

saw Margaret. He hastily instructed, “Don’t clean my room, don’t touch

Margaret looked puzzled, “Okay…”

saw Blake

of the night, Blake hurried to

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