The tip of the tentacle gently turned Dexter He's face towards him, and pointed at the small brush in his hand. The obvious intention was to let Dexter He continue.
"Do you still need to comb your hair?" Dexter He leaned back in his chair weakly, looked at the roof of the car and said, "I'm so tired, I want to rest."
The tip of the tentacle gently wrapped around one of his thumbs and shook it slightly.
Who can stand this?
Dexter He couldn't help but laugh: "Okay, I'll comb it for you. We agreed that it will take up to half an hour. I'm a human, not a robot. I have to keep my spirits up so that I can go into the mountains to find someone."
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