Megan Brooks was quite pleased to see him so humbly accept the makeover. This kid wasn’t completely hopeless after all! She immediately grabbed a pair of scissors and temporarily took on the role of a hairstylist!

With a “snip,” Ethan Cooper turned around to see Megan Brooks holding a lock of his hair—hair he’d never cut since childhood!

“Didn’t you say you’d just trim a little? Why did you cut it all off?” Ethan Cooper roared in anger.

Megan Brooks hadn’t expected that this always gentle and refined guy—who could even break someone’s bones with a smile—would actually yell at her. She was stunned for a moment, and after a while, she muttered in a low voice, “It’s the middle of the night, don’t shout like that, it’s scary!”

Once again, Ethan Cooper was left speechless by her, and could only look mournfully at the three thousand strands of hair that had left his head.

As the Buddha said: Three thousand strands of troubled hair, each more burdensome than the last. Shave off the three thousand strands, and return to a peaceful heart. Others cut their hair to become monks, but he cut his long hair to enter the secular world!

What kind of world is this? Ethan Cooper couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

Megan Brooks held Ethan Cooper’s long braid, her mind full of questions—just how long would it take to grow hair this long?

Although she was only a temporary hairstylist, after a round of snipping and trimming, Ethan Cooper looked like a completely different person. The ancient costume drama had turned into a modern idol show. With his short, tousled hair, Ethan Cooper looked energetic, spirited, and full of contemporary flair.

Megan Brooks stepped back a few paces to admire her handiwork. The more she looked, the more satisfied she felt, and the more she liked it. The more she looked, the redder her pretty face became. To be honest, what truly attracted her wasn’t Ethan Cooper’s good looks, but his unique masculine charisma!

A man’s charisma is a kind of spirit, like fire with its flame, or a lamp with its light.

A man’s charisma is like a rich, mellow wine—its fragrance lingers long after, and just a sip can intoxicate. A wealthy man doesn’t necessarily have charisma. Material things can’t pile up a man’s charisma; such men reek of money but lack taste, and without taste, they’re dull and uninteresting.

A suave man isn’t necessarily charismatic, but a charismatic man is always suave.

Outward suaveness is attractive, but a charismatic man is youthful, healthy, and full of vitality—always radiant and dazzling. Possessing masculine charisma is no easy feat; without a certain depth, cultivation, and life experience, one cannot develop such an intoxicating aura.

Ethan Cooper was just such a unique man. But, no matter how unique, it was useless now—he’d been knocked silly by her!

Chapter 7: When a Woman is Five Years Older, She’s Like a Mother

“Ethan Cooper, how old are you this year?” Megan Brooks finally couldn’t help but ask.

“Nineteen!” Ethan Cooper answered truthfully, though he was a bit puzzled inside. Why is she asking my age? Is she trying to set me up with someone?

“Oh!” Megan Brooks replied blandly, but it wasn’t hard to hear a trace of emotion. If he really had been knocked silly and she had to take responsibility for him for the rest of his life, the only way would be to marry him. But he was only nineteen, and she was already twenty-four—a full five years older. As the saying goes: If a woman is one year older, she’s a golden hen; two years, a pot full of gold; three years, a gold brick; four years, blessings and longevity; five years, she’s like a mother!

A mother? Megan Brooks couldn’t help but shiver inside. She definitely didn’t want to be Ethan Cooper’s mother—how embarrassing would that be?

Just then, Ethan Cooper seemed to go a little crazy again and asked, rather tactlessly, “Sister, how old are you?”

“Ahem~~~~” The embarrassment on Megan Brooks’s face could only be described as spectacular. She shot him a reproachful look and snapped, “Why are you kids so nosy? Go take a shower!”

Megan Brooks had always lived alone, so there shouldn’t have been any men’s clothes in her house. But she pulled out a big suitcase, and when she opened it, it was full of men’s clothes.

Ethan Cooper curiously leaned over, “Sister, are these your boyfriend’s clothes?”

Megan Brooks shot him a glare and almost shouted, “These belonged to my father!”

“Oh!” Ethan Cooper was greatly relieved, but then, imitating her, he said in a low voice, “It’s the middle of the night, don’t shout like that, it’s scary!”

“You—” Megan Brooks glared at him, making him lower his head obediently. Only then did she sigh and say, “My father passed away fifteen years ago.”

“Huh?” Ethan Cooper was startled. Wearing a dead person’s clothes was supposed to bring bad luck.

“What do you mean, huh?” Megan Brooks straightened her expression, took a white shirt and a pair of dress pants from the suitcase, and tossed them onto him. “Wear them if you want, if not, then just go naked!”

With such a fierce shrew, Ethan Cooper didn’t want to go naked, so he obediently took the clothes and went into the bathroom.

But after the door closed, there was no sound of running water for a long time. Megan Brooks found it odd—was he pooping in there?

Thirty minutes passed, and still no movement. Megan Brooks couldn’t stand it anymore. Even with constipation, he should be done by now, right? So she knocked on the door and asked, “Ethan Cooper, Ethan Cooper, what’s going on?”

There was no response from inside. Just as Megan Brooks was wondering, the door opened. Ethan Cooper was fully dressed, his hair still dry—clearly, he hadn’t showered yet.

“What’s wrong with you? Why are you taking so long and still haven’t showered?” Megan Brooks asked in confusion.

“I—I—I couldn’t find the water!” Ethan Cooper stammered, blushing. He had searched every corner of that little room, but couldn’t find a water tank. There were pipes, but not a drop of water. He was just about to come out and ask Megan Brooks, and she showed up.