"A little to the left Griffin, um, right here. Harder, dear, I want to sleep like this."
Gar was lying on a chair while Griffin was washing his hair. The dwarf's copper ball was difficult to control the water temperature, so Griffin spent a long time adjusting it to get the water temperature just right for washing his hair.
"Close your eyes." Griffin tapped Gar's forehead. "Even the devil's eyes can't filter bubbles."
"This thing is awesome." Jasper closed his eyes, revealing his forehead. He said, "It's very troublesome to take a bath in the abyss. Cleaning Ino every time is our biggest headache. To solve this problem, Rowan let Ino roll out a lake under the cliff of farewell, and we took a bath there. But there were too many onlookers, especially the banshees, who always lay on the cliff to peek."
"Are you and Rowan always together?" Griffin leaned over calmly, squeezed his fingers through the dense foam, and rubbed Jasper's scalp with just the right amount of force, praising him as if to deceive, "Model brother."
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