"Heh! Idiot!" Leander snorted. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Where is the hurt woman who was shaking in front of the mirror? What happened to the woman who made his heart squeeze in pain?
Why is she always looking at him with so much hate? Why can't he hate her back?
"You're not crying anymore," he gripped her cheeks with his hand that was holding the hammer. The cold wood made a chilling impression on her cheek, but in her eyes, there was a fire.
"And you are talking for this man… Are his fingers that important to you?" he asked. His lips curved to a dangerous smile and his brown eyes turned dark.
His brother's penis was not important but the fingers of the hairdresser who ruined her hair and made her cry is more important?
This woman!
Why does she anger him so much? And why can't he still do anything to her?
"His fingers are his livelihood. How will he survive without his~"
"He should have thought about it before touching your hair!" Leander screamed at her face.
