05.20 I am not some God

Yonus worked in a parlor previously, he had no talents, and no where to particularly belong to, so when a person asked him to work for them, he didn't reject it. Like myself, he adapts quickly. The salon he worked for was mostly for gangsters, for things more than just a makeover, yet he learned the ropes for survival fairly quickly, picking up skills along the way.

I can trust him with my hair, so I left it to him. "What did you want to ask about by the way?"

"Yeah .. you're living with that guy .. tch, what was his name again?"

"LiFeng .. don't speak about things you don't know off, just saying." I don't have much tolerance when it comes to him.

"I know I know. How's everything with him? You .. you like him a lot don't you? Have you told him?" How straightforward.