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.

eyes, glanced at him and spoke softly with

Anthony replied, “Hmm?”

his chest and said, “I like being

go and held

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

was also good, just

day he wanted to live a normal life and find a normal woman, a

would peacefully and obediently

make it difficult for

held Anthony in her arms, a satisfied grin on her lips, immersed in

his gaze lowered as he watched her. After a while, he raised his hand and gently caressed her cheek with the back

“Goodnight.”

was nice like

companionship, feeling deep tranquility. Without realizing it,

it was

**

this moment, Blake was still

good for him, and with a wave of her hand, the bathtub instantly filled with water, surprising

her experience in the ice

he couldn’t just soak in it like

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

he calculated and realized the tub

filled it up too

out two more

soon as Blake stepped inside, he could clearly

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

he soaked in the ice pond water, Blake could distinctly

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

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

carefully felt that every blood vessel and cell in his

this month, Blake broke the rules underground in the cave. He was already sensitive to the rules of the world, and now he felt he had

immediately pursued this feeling, repeatedly

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

first, that vague obstruction seemed to dissipate completely at this

Splash!

Blake suddenly sat up.

could break free from the cave constraints

trying it out

because the water in the

he immediately stepped out and saw 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…”

saw

of the night, Blake hurried to

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