Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Shi Man was not used to soone fiddling with her hair at close range. The mont the stylist’s hand touched her hair, she reflexively twisted her wrist.
“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. Missy, don’t be nervous. 1 don’t an any harm!” The man in the vertical striped shirt begged her with a bitter expression.
Strangely, Shi Man was clearly twisting his wrist, but he was struggling to twist his waist as he cried out in pain. His voice was also a little feminine.
“I’m sorry.” Shi Man retracted her hand apologetically. Because she had done it out of reflex just now, she couldn’t control her strength.
If not for the stylist begging for rcy quickly, his wrist would have been dislocated.
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