Novel & Cerita Mr Aizawa Hair Up

he said to me with hesitation, "Some women look more beautiful without tying their hair, just like you." As soon as he had said that, my hands went to my hair, which was tied. It was a habit to tie my hair before seeing Zaiden, since he was the one who implemented the rule. But did he just compliment me, or was I overthinking? "What do you think of it, Aria?" he asked, snapping me out of my trance.

Those eyes, paired with his strong, chiseled jawline, gave him an aura of both danger and allure, a potent combination that stirred emotions deep within her. Azazel's hair was meticulously slicked back, accentuating the sharp angles of his face. Every strand seemed to be perfectly in place, a testament to his meticulous attention to detail. The dark locks gleamed under the streetlights, casting an ethereal glow around him. Olivia felt a tug at her heartstrings as she resisted the temptation to reach out and run her fingers through that perfectly styled hair.

My heart thudded in nervousness and I want to touch the little wisp of hair he has. "Maybe you'd like to lay your hands on his head too," My eyes widen at Liza as she smiled, encouraging me. With trembling hands, I do just what she told me and smiled, his hair is so soft and brown, a little bit curly too - definitely, a West.

“Interesting. Now your hair can move.” I ducked my tongue out, “It can do other interesting things too,” I said and the hair pulled him closer, making him fall on the tub. I laughed watching soap foam on his hair. “Look, hairstylist Avery gave you a new hairstyle. I call it the ‘Bubbly Jiggly look’.” He stared at me with narrowed eyes, the small hill of foam on top of his hair moving two and fro. I wish I had my phone and snapped a picture. He looked so cute.

The blue plate special. "Is that your real hair color?" he asked softly. "Huh?" Aya noticed he had moved closer and was looking at her too intently. Like he was hungry. "I always knew the brown color was false." He touched a lock of hair on her shoulder. "Is this your real color?" "No." She retreated a step and shoved her hair behind her shoulders. Oh great. She'd just exposed her neck. "What is your real hair color?" "Why are we discussing hair color?" Her voice shook and rose in volume. "Do freaking blonds taste better?"

he greeted warmly, resting a broad hand on the boy’s head and ruffling his hair. Then his gaze lifted to Ava. Her hair was loosely tied, a few stray strands slipping down her neck—bound not with her usual clips, but a plain rubber band. His eyes flicked over her, and she could feel it—an unspoken note of amusement in that faintly raised brow. With deliberate calm, Ava reached up, pulled the band free, and tied her hair again—tight, neat, defiant. She wasn’t about to let her hair down just because he wanted her to. Absolutely not.

I had already served them their usuals. I ran my fingers through my silky, jet black, straight hair. I was somewhat proud of my genes though. Even though I didn't take extra care of my hair, my hair still looked perfectly straight....well except for the razor cuts that made it look like my hair was chopped by someone who came at it with a chainsaw. Ahem. "Another round, Aiana!" A burly man called out at the counter and I looked to see him waving his empty glass. I shot him a small, polite smile.

She claimed, making me shake my head. “That didn’t affect half of my billions,” I casually told her, which made her stop before shaking her head. I closed my eyes after she put a wig cap in my hair before attaching the mustard-colored head of this anime character named Zenitsu. “And there! You’re done, master!” She stared at me for a while before blushing, “It suits you surprisingly,” She averted her gaze, “Now I need to get ready myself!” After she said those words, she left me in the living room so I have all the time in the world to check out myself.

Wondering about when he made her feel that he dosent like her long hairs he asked her again pointing towards himself " For me?" Mian nodded and replied while plating the dinner on the dining table" Yes I know that you like women with short hairs, so I made my hairs short so you don't dislike them." While yufan kept on thinking, after some time he realized that mian heard him speaking with his client Miss Suzy in the morning when she praised him for his correct decisions and ability to quickly solve problems. Because the investment ewas already confirmed he praised his slient and complemented her hair style. Which was probably heard by mian.

-KAIZI- "Hi!" a man, maybe at my age greeted me as he sat in the first double-decked bed. He has a deeper accent than the guy who greeted us earlier. His caramel hair looks like it has been bleached out from being blond. He has his hazelnut orbs gazing at me while waving his hand. I lazily waved back at him and closed the door behind me. "You must be Mr WatshibakaThingy." A guy, maybe in his late 20's called out from the upper deck where Mr Hazel Eyes is sitting. I can feel him smirk.