"You... Damn it, why are you using these messy things on my head? Damn it, are you looking for death? Didn't I just tell you, bastard, to stop using these messy things on my hair? Damn it..." The angry and venomous tongue was cursing crazily.
"What's the big deal, just wash it off..." He lowered his head and whispered with obvious guilt and lack of confidence.
"Who is that? Come over this afternoon and help me with my hair. Also, bring over the hair clay of that brand from last time and all the hairdressing tools." "Fuck, why are you so long-winded? I know you have a day off today. Come on, hurry up and come here this afternoon. If you don't come, I'll make you look good."
"Why, you obviously don't like it. You want me to go, so I absentmindedly put a little mud on your hair that day, so there's no need to just..."
"That so-and-so, huh, after enjoying the sweetness, I just want to run away, get away from me. I'm so uncomfortable, but you can't even be so mean and disrespectful, but you still want to go and see those big, stupid, ugly monsters..."
"No more, not because..."
Hey, just two bastards, just such a farce, who is the master of whom?
It's all caused by mud.
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