Kris clucked his tongue in disapproval, tilting his head here and there, desperate to find an angel to make this . . . this excuse of a hairstyle work. When the stylist noona had asked him to keep his eyes closed while she was cutting his hair, he knew it could only mean one thing: another experimental haircut. To be honest, Kris didn’t know
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