Revenge Sevenfold

When the twins saw Jiang Xu, their eyes immediately cooled down.

Both of them didn't want to go back yet.

They wanted to stay more with their Wifey!

Why is this lightbulb barging into their home?

Baby Shang glanced at his older brother with dissatisfaction. He felt that he should tell his older brother about the relationship between a man and a woman, and how one should never come between them!

Although he was friends with his Wifey, barging into their home like this, isn't his older brother being too shameless? I'm her husband, you're just her measly brother-in-law!

Thankfully, Jiang Xu did not have the ability to read Baby Shang's mind.

If he had, he would have certainly puked blood. Just who had the right to accuse who of being the measly brother-in-law?! He was her rightful husband, alright? You're just a baby whose hair hasn't even grown yet!

Hui Yin, unaware of the domestic judicial proceedings happening inside her own kitchen, was still mulling over the problem of Jiang Xu's horrible bedhead.

She really could not stand his hair. It was like a sentient being all by itself; it stoutly denounced the laws of gravity. Like it was injected by chicken blood, his hair pointed to different directions in an apparently random manner.

After putting back the dishes, Hui Yin went into her bedroom and grabbed her hairstyling supplies. Putting them on the table, she then gestured at Jiang Xu.

"Sit," she ordered.

Feeling uneasy at the way she was glaring at the top of his head, Jiang Xu obediently sat.

Hui Yin grabbed a bottle of coconut oil on the table and put a small amount of it on her hands, rubbing them together.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Xu could not sit still. He had caught sight of her face, and her expression looked murderous.

Hui Yin didn't answer him. She applied the coconut oil on his scalp, running her hands through his hair.

Jiang Xu tensed. He had no idea why, but he felt nervous.

He was acutely aware of how near their bodies were.

Hui Yin then grabbed a comb and brushed his hair, working her way in sections as she untangled the knots that made his hair so messy. She was a bit surprised that Jiang Xu's hair was actually soft to the touch; by the way it looked, Hui Yin half-expected it to be a bit spiky.

Hui Yin then next grabbed the blow dryer, putting it on the medium heat setting. As Jiang Xu felt the heat hit his skin, he involuntary shivered.

He was clenching his hands on top of his thighs, his expression similar to that of a soldier gearing himself for battle.

Why!!

Was he so turned on right now?!

Jiang Xu was like a mute eating goldthread. He suffered in silence, sitting there like a statue as Hui Yin gently applied smoothing serum to his hair.

What was happening to his body? He didn't understand. Clearly, Hui Yin was just trying to fix his hair. It was not even at the same level when Qin Bingqing stripped naked in front of him and he rejected her.

So why is his body's reaction so excessive?

Plus, Little Wuji was staring at him suspiciously right now. Any wrong move, and that broomstick in his hand might end up being stabbed into his stomach!

Jiang Xu shifted uncomfortably, and Hui Yin tugged sharply at a piece of his hair.

Jiang Xu immediately uttered a word of protest.

"Stop moving." Hui Yin frowned.

Jiang Xu was about to cry. He felt like he was trapped between heaven and hell, with a little Yama inspecting his every move.

He grabbed his messenger bag and placed it on his lap, before looking at Little Wuji with an innocent look on his face.

Nothing to see here, so go back and sweep!