Emma was flustered at his response, but she didn't look away. Instead, she met his gaze and said,
"What's wrong with me? I'm young, beautiful, have long legs, can cut hair, and can cook."
"So… finding a girlfriend for me was just an excuse? Instead, you want to be my girlfriend…"
"T-that…" she stammered.
"Either way, you're too young. Just look at the age difference between us—I can practically be your dad," Ethan said.
"Isn't being young good?" Emma pouted. "Young people are healthy, have smooth skin, flexible waists, and strong legs."
Ethan almost rolled his eyes.
This little brat, she speaks so eloquently. I wonder where she learned it from.
"How old are you this year?" he asked.
"Twenty." Emma blinked. "Do you want to look at my ID card?"
"Then," Ethan's lips curled into a half-smile, "how many old men have you pleased?" he said while looking at her up and down.
Emma blushed. "I didn't—not until now. This is my first time approaching someone."
"Yeah, yeah. First time approaching someone. At least approach someone in your age bracket."
She continued washing his hair.
"I just think you are quite interesting, and I want to try dating."
"Oh? What do you mean by that?"
"My legs are so beautiful that other men either lewdly look at them or drool over them, but you—I sensed no wrong intention from you."
Ethan smiled and looked at Emma in the mirror.
She had big eyes, a high nose, thin lips, and two small canine teeth that showed when she smiled. Her skin was so white it was almost translucent, her neck was slender, and her collarbones were clearly defined.
The loose T-shirt couldn't hide her small figure, and the two snow-white patches at the neckline were barely concealed.
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[Ding! Intimate target scan.]
Name: Emma
Age: 20
Height: 172 cm
Weight: 105 pounds
[Physical condition: Healthy]
[Compatibility: 81%]
[Estimated lifespan extension: 4 days]
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"81% compatibility, lifespan increased by 4 days… that's not bad."
"Okay," he said. "Then let's give it a try."
Emma's eyes lit up. "Then let's add each other on Messenger."
"Okay." Ethan took out his phone, and the two added each other on WeChat.
"Ethan," Emma murmured while looking at her phone. "Your name is nice."
"I'm nice too. Wanna try?" Ethan teased.
Emma paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.
"You're so funny," she laughed until tears streamed down her face.
Ethan did not respond.
Because he didn't know what the joke was, but he didn't stop Emma from laughing.
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Five minutes later, the hair wash was finished.
Emma patted his hair dry, then combed it. She took two steps back and tilted her head to admire her work.
"Alright," she nodded in satisfaction, "take a look for yourself."
Ethan looked in the mirror.
He was stunned.
The person in the mirror had shorter, more energetic hair. Most of the gray hair had been cut off, leaving some hidden among the dark strands. His face was still the same, but without the unruly hair, he looked considerably younger.
He looked at least five years younger.
"How is it? Brother, aren't you even more handsome?" Emma leaned closer, her face touching his, and they looked in the mirror together.
"Not bad," Ethan nodded.
"Then I'll massage your face." Emma untied her apron, then reclined his chair, practically laying him down.
Ethan closed his eyes while she massaged his face.
Ethan felt that Emma's fingers were very soft, with just the right amount of pressure. When her fingertips massaged his face, he felt completely relaxed.
At this time—
Emma's face came closer, her warm breath brushing against his face, carrying a faint fragrance that tickled him.
"Listen," she said in a low voice, "I have something to ask you."
"Go on."
"When you were looking at my legs just now," she said, her face slightly flushed but her eyes bright, "did you want to touch them?"
Ethan looked at her.
This little girl is really brave.
"What do you think?" he said with a smug smile.
Emma's face turned even redder, but a smile played on her lips.
"Then why don't you touch them?"
"I'm afraid you'll yell 'molestation.'"
"I won't shout."
Ethan stared at her for two seconds.
Emma stared back without blinking, her breathing becoming rapid.
"You're quite an extrovert, aren't you?" Ethan said, his voice low.
"Then… do you dare to do it?" she asked, her voice even lower than before, almost breathless.
Ethan stared at her for two seconds.
Then he stretched out his hand.
He grabbed Emma by the back of the head.
Emma's eyes widened suddenly. Her body stiffened for a moment, but she neither flinched nor screamed.
Ethan pulled her face down, bringing her closer until their noses touched.
"I like…" Ethan planted a kiss on her forehead, "…kissing and touching at the same time."
Emma's face flushed red instantly, from her cheeks to her ears, and even her neck turned pink.
Her breathing became noticeably heavier.
Ethan pulled her and placed her on his lap.