The Ten Perfect Woman came in front of Gu Jiao, opened the small vanity box she brought, and said gently to Gu Jiao, "Let me call you Jiaojiao, just as your mother does."
"Alright," Gu Jiao replied.
The Ten Perfect Woman chuckled, "Before styling your hair, I'll first thread your face."
"What is threading?" She had only heard of capturing bandits.
"It's this. The first time might feel a bit unfamiliar," the Ten Perfect Woman's voice was very gentle, instantly making one feel at ease.
She took out a long, white thread, twisted it with her left hand, wrapped it around her right hand a few times, then stretched out the loop, and started threading up and down on Gu Jiao's face.
Gu Jiao felt a sharp pain!
The little tuft of hair on top of her head stood upright!
Turns out, you're just plucking my hairs...
Yao Family was initially very upset, but seeing Gu Jiao looking dumbfounded, couldn't resist bursting into laughter.
