"What kind of hairstyle do you want today?" George Flack couldn't keep his hands off Aria Grant's hair and could keep touching it forever.
Aria Grant, looking at her serene self in the mirror and thinking about the female protagonist's character, had a plan in mind.
"Let's just leave the hair as it is, let it down. You don't know, teenage girls all have this feeling that when their hair cascades down, they can imagine it being blown by a gentle breeze, think of everything related to youth and throbbing, and the world becomes beautiful."
George nodded, indeed, Aria Grant was already beautiful like this, with her hair, cheeks, and eyes; she was like a cool and distant young girl, almost divine.
It was just too bad that if it stayed like this, he wouldn't be able to continue playing with Aria Grant's hair.
"There are little hair clips over there, help me with them, please!"
