Chapter 22 Picking a wife for Hendrix

• "What..why..?" Ayden stuttered with his eyes still bulging out, and his right hand pointing to the direction of her hair. Azalea quickly held the hair in her left hand and tried to roll it up immediately.
• "I've been keeping it since I was young, since my mother did not the hair for a long time. I think I am ready to cut it now though," Azalea rushed her words, as she tried to fold her hair into three equal places of desirable length, before using a tie to hold the tip end of to the hair, to the beginning of her hair extension.
• "Do you need help cutting that?" Ayden stuttered again as his scratched his head, "I should at least start doing ........"