[BL] After The Young Master was terminally ill, he became a Buddhist [Rebirth]

Chapter 9 : Second Update

A strange guest came to the nail salon.

Although he is wearing a mask, he looks very good just by looking at his eyes. His hair and clothes are half wet. The most important thing is that he is male.

"Hello, what's the matter?"

Mu Yang said stiffly: "Do nails."

"?" The manicurist named Xiaolu's smile broke for a second: "Did you do it yourself?"

"Yes."

Xiao Lu welcomed him to the seat: "What style do you want to make? Are you going to create it?"

Mu Yang could feel the strange intentions of people from all walks of life in the nail salon, and his body tensed up: "Make everyday styles."

"Uh..." Xiaolu laughed dryly, "Can you show me your hands first?"

Mu Yang's hands are thin and long, and his nails are round and clean. His nail bed is thinner than that of ordinary men, so the whole hand looks slender.

"Your hands are so beautiful!" Xiaolu was amazed, she hesitated for a second, and persuaded, "Are you sure you want to do manicure? Although there are boys who do manicure, we may be scolded when we go home in this small place. "

Mu Yang pursed his lower lip: "It's okay."

Compared with the messy things he did before, the manicure is not too ridiculous.

Xiao Lu looked at the heavy rain outside, then looked at Mu Yang's half-wet clothes, and suddenly realized: "You came in to take shelter from the rain, right? If it's just to take shelter from the rain, don't be embarrassed, and you don't need to spend money."

Mu Yang caught a glimpse of the girl at the front desk pouring water out of the corner of her eye, and quickly looked away before the other party looked over: "It's really about manicure... my boyfriend likes it."

"..."

The three manicurists present, one customer and one receptionist all turned their gazes over. Xiao Lu suppressed a smile: "Your boyfriend has a very unique taste."

"Then do you have a favorite?"

"No, you decide."

Xiaolu nodded, and she took out the color board: "Since it's an everyday style, keep it low-key."

Xiaolu looked through the album for a long time, pointed to a very simple style and said, "How about this one?"

"Okay."

Mu Yang, who was not interested in drinking, didn't look at the money at all, just nodded casually and took a peek at the girl at the front desk.

The other party came over after pouring the water, and handed it to Mu Yang: "Is warm water okay?"

"…..Okay."

For nearly an hour later, Mu Yang didn't talk to that girl again.

The manicure style is really simple, not as ridiculous as Mu Yang imagined. What the manicurist said was French style. Most of the front part is transparent, and there is a small piece of crescent-shaped milky white at the tip of the nail.

"Can I take a picture?"

Xiao Lu looked at the guests who started to peek at the front desk of her house again, and repeated it amusedly: "Can I take a photo for publicity?"

Mu Yang froze for a moment: "What are you doing to capture?"

Xiao Lu: "Clap your hands."

Mu Yang let out an agrement, and walked stiffly to the photo-taking area, listening to the manicurist's guide put his hands in strange poses.