Seeing her looking for something, he asked, "What are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for scissors."
Zhou Bie suddenly felt as if all the blood in his body had frozen, and he got a bit nervous, "Why do you need scissors?"
"My bangs are poking my eyes. I want to find scissors to trim them."
"Let me take you to a hair salon."
"No, I don't want anyone else touching my hair."
Zhou Bie had no choice and handed her a pair of small scissors.
Ye Xiaoyu looked at him, sat on the sofa, and with a big, ingratiating smile said, "Can you help me cut them?"
Zhou Bie was at a loss and refused, "I don't know how to cut hair."
"It's simple, just cut it straight, a bit shorter so it's not poking my eyes. Aren't you good with a scalpel? You should have plenty of experience, just help me trim them! I'm uncomfortable."
Zhou Bie's mouth twitched, "That's a scalpel, it's not the same as scissors."
