Zhou Siyu had lush, black, and very long hair that was of fine quality.
In the past, she liked wearing twin pigtails, but after entering junior high, she took to braiding her hair into two plaits.
Ever since Zhou Siyu knew what it meant to love beauty in elementary school, Zhou Lanfang had never had the heart to cut her hair.
Unlike herself, who had to have her hair cut and sold by Zhou Lanfang as soon as it grew a bit longer.
In that era, selling hair meant cutting it very short, like a boy's.
Now, Shen Mianmian's hair had grown past her shoulders again, and judging by what happened in her previous life, Lanfang would cut her hair again in the second half of next year.
"You wouldn't dare." Zhou Siyu instinctively covered her hair with her hands, "If you cut my hair, my aunt will kill you."
"Let's try and see," Shen Mianmian said with a playful smile, "We'll see if your aunt kills me first, or I manage to cut your hair first."
Zhou Siyu: "..."