C950 That Damn Thing Is Back

The next morning.

In front of the mirror, Ye Tian sat up straight. The scissors in Liu Ling's hands danced like flowers. It did not take long for him to cut his long hair that was not inferior to a woman's into a neat cut.

Then, she used a small knife to shave Ye Tian's nape. That serious look was as if she was sculpting a piece of art..