Ivy League Haircut Asian Novels & Stories

I just let her where she intends to take me. First in the salon. She decided what my hair style would be. She decided to cut my hair with a shoulder -length layer. My hair is naturally blonde that's why she put ash gray highlights on it. I was thinking far away and let her do what she wanted to do to me. We also did facials and massages. Next we went to the mall, a few men were looking at us. Who isn't? Skye is beautiful, She's also a mixed nationality like me. Her fashion style is very rare, she dressed like a boy but it can't cover her beauty. Maybe if she even wear a rag, she still looked good. While me?

“Maybe I want to look like a hooligan,” he answered sulkily. “You’re here for a reputation makeover,” Liam said. “I don’t think hooligan is what we were going for.” “So what are you going to do, just shave it all off?” “Yeah, nah,” Mia said. “If you think you look like a hooligan now, you’d look like an axe murderer with a buzz cut.” She stepped closer to him, angling him so he could see himself in the large mirror that filled an entire wall like a dance studio. “We’ll just take this ratty hair off the back and blend it up with the longer hair on top. Ideally, I like to see you with an undercut, but you need to grow some hair back before we can do that. In the meantime, we’ll go high and tig

Charlotte said, turning Ivy to face the mirror. Ivy stared at herself in the mirror. She gasped as she could barely recognize herself. Her hair was styled in a neat ponytail with strands falling on each side of her face, her lips were painted with a cherry red lipstick, and her eyebrows were carved in a bow shape. A little bit of mascara and eyeliner was applied to her face, with a little powder and foundation. Her neck and ears were adorned with silver jewelries. It was simple yet elegant. “Well, don't just stare, and tell me what you think.”

Lucas frantically jumped around on the chair, "Lily! Didn't we agree to give me an invisible haircut? This looks like..." "Like a goofy young master from a wealthy family! Ha ha ha!" Bianca couldn't help but burst into laughter, sometimes covering her mouth and sometimes her belly, tears about to burst from her eyes. She even continued to record the video without a sound. "Don't worry, it's not done yet!" Lily put her hands firmly on Lucas's broad shoulders, pressed him back onto the chair, then stood in front of Lucas, took a hairdryer, and blew it. Countless fine strands of hair flew out from the thick "pot lid" haircut and danced in the air before settling onto the newspaper-lined floor.

Jaylin used the brush to soap Thaelen’s cheeks and neck, and Thaelen was spared further questions whilst the man scraped the stubble off with a blade. Jaylin, like Luos and other natives of Astreau, kept his face beardless, and, as a result of daily practice on himself, was skilled at removing the unwanted hair from others. The hiss and rasp of the blade over Thaelen’s skin was confident and swift. When Jaylin was satisfied, he took the cloth from Thaelen’s chest and used it to remove the soap from Thaelen’s face and beard before turning his attention to Thaelen’s hair.

assistant"> The moment she saw me, the first thing Yansasa said was, “You know, while you were unconscious, I really wanted to beat you up. How can a woman not have long hair? Are you even a woman?” I froze for a moment, then remembered that I had cut my hair. Without the weight of long hair, I did feel much lighter—though my neck felt strangely cold. “Does it look bad?” I instinctively touched the hair by my ear. “Don’t listen to her nonsense. Short hair suits you just fine,” Yule said as she sat down, looking at me. “Though you cut it without any shape at all. In a couple of days, I’ll take you to have it properly trimmed.”

I am not interested in some lame family reunion that will spoil our trip. Let me back up. I'm Ryan, forty-one, my wife Jill, the same age. We're swimmers and runners so you can figure how we're built. Jill's a brunette, tall, short-cropped hair, blue eyes, not so big on top, a nice handful. Me, taller, blond, and blue, shaved head. Neither of us has any body hair except eyelashes and eyebrows. Easier to swim. Everybody asks, so I'll say, thick, not massive, about eight inches, cut with a big fat head. Well above average. Now you know it all.

"My hair seems to have grown a bit. Why don't you trim it for me?" "You can get a professional hairstylist to cut your hair. I don't know how to cut it." She rejected almost subconsciously. "Don't you hate liars the most, Sis? When we were in the rental house, didn't you trim my hair?" Yi Jinli said with a smirk. Ling Yiran was shocked. 'Is he planning to do all the things we’ve done in the rental house?' Now she wished she had not done so many things with him in the rental house

“Now, let’s get on with this. If I’m going to endure this sham of a wedding, I’ll do it on my terms.” The hairstylist completed her work in under 40 minutes, transforming my usual straight black hair into a cascade of voluminous curls. Each curl was perfectly defined, framing my face beautifully before flowing effortlessly down my back, just above my waist. The result was stunning, even by my own high standards.

she said sincerely, her appreciation evident in her eyes. Ruan, with his signature sass, responded, "I know," with a playful flip of his imaginary hair off his shoulders, a gesture that suited his stylish boy cut haircut, accentuating his facial features and adding a certain allure to his appearance. "About your current job, are you planning to go in tomorrow?" he inquired.