"Then I'll trouble you."

"Okay, wait for me for a while."

Shiraishi went to the room and brought newspapers, scissors, combs and scarves, and then moved a low chair for Aoi Keisuke to sit on.

"What haircut do you want?"

Aoi Keisuke thought for a while and simply let Shiraishi Chizuru do what she wanted.

"Can I give you a bald head?"

"Um."

"Hmph~ You are so arrogant, how can any high school student be willing to cut his head bald?"

"Anyway, you can cut it any way you want."

"Hmph~"

Shiraishi first used spray to slightly wet Aoi Keisuke's hair, and then used a comb to smooth the hair bit by bit.

Stroking Qing Keisuke's soft hair, running his fingers through it, and feeling the warmth of his body, Shiraishi felt a different kind of throbbing - completely different from when he was cutting hair for his family.

Being so close to a young and handsome boy was like stealing a sweet apple, which made her so happy that she wanted to press her forehead to kiss him.

"Click..."

"Click..."

The silver scissors wandered in Qing Keisuke's hair, and the black broken hair fell down bit by bit, falling on the white scarf.

In the past, hair cutting was regarded as a manifestation of trust. Only by trusting each other could one expose one's neck to other people's scissors.

Now Qing Keisuke has given this trust to him.
Chapter completed!