The Gemini Princess wants me to confess my feelings!

Chapter 104 A Touch of Color

Watanabe... Kirihara Akira pondered the name, but couldn't quite recall any particular impression.

However, if a police officer says he'll help her, then he's probably Shiori Kisaragi's colleague.

The two didn't communicate much. Kirihara Akira, trying to avoid being seen, quietly returned to the beauty salon.

Back at the beauty salon, Kirishima Chizuru had freed her hands and handed Mori Kiyoha to the equipment.

She leaned closer and placed a towel over Kirihara Akira's eyes.

Kirihara Akira lay comfortably and said, "Why didn't you bring Shizue-san along?"

"I've done it before, but she has even less patience than you," Mori Kiyoha said calmly.

"Actually, Miss Kiyoha has no patience either," Kirishima Chizuru chimed in, "She starts yelling after sitting for half an hour every time."

"I'll try a different store next time."

",I was wrong!"

Kirihara Akira laughed.

After a while, someone removed the towel from his eyelids and began to touch and grope his head.

With the "mind control helmet" on, Kirihara Akira looked at her somewhat comical reflection in the mirror and burst out laughing.

He continued the previous topic: "Your sister is also a woman, so she must love beauty too, but youth itself is the greatest beauty."

"I don't do any other kind of care, it's all a mess, like raising a worm on my face," Mori Kiyoha said. "Mori Shizue said she doesn't need any care, and she doesn't want to dye her hair silver."

"She's a good girl. It's hard to imagine how the lady would react if she came home with a silver or other color haircut."

"Why bother with all that?" Mori Kiyoha said impatiently.

She understands the principle, but she gets habitually irritable when talking about her mother.

Kirishima Chizuru was fiddling with her silver hair from behind, giving her a clearer view as an observer.

She noticed that when the second young lady spoke to this boy, she would unconsciously adopt a coquettish tone.

Oh my god, this girl is so cute! I want to take her home!

In her rage, Kirishima Chizuru also felt a bit sentimental.

Thinking back to the first time she met Mori Kiyoha, she saw a girl with a sharp exterior but an empty heart.

After several months apart, Mori Kiyoha returned, now an adult. Her body had crossed the threshold, but her mind might not have grown with it.

Kirishima Chizuru was initially very worried about Mori Kiyoha's condition, but seeing him today has greatly alleviated that worry.

It is a fortunate thing for a girl to grow up and find someone she loves.

However, Kirishima Chizuru had no idea whether the girl had met a good man.

What followed was a tedious hour.

In fact, Kirishima Chizuru lied to him; getting a perm would take much longer than an hour.

However, Kirihara Akira did not seem impatient with this boy.

Actually, it's not just boys; older men are more likely to get impatient when accompanying their partners shopping or getting beauty treatments.

This guy... is so mature for his age.

Calm, quiet, gentle, and with excellent temperament.

Which family's young master is he?

Given Miss Qingye's family background, she must be from a noble family to be worthy of her favor.

Perhaps it was under the guise of providing services that Kirihara Akira observed for too long, as Kirishima Chizuru sensed another gaze from the side.

Mori Kiyoha's gaze.

His gaze contained scrutiny and wariness.

No, I'm jealous.

Kirishima Chizuru, with an air of solemnity, asked Mori Kiyoha, "Miss Kiyoha, do you think we need to dye his hair?"

"Why ask her?" Kirihara Akatsuki shrugged helplessly and said, "Because of Fu Ran."

Mori Kiyoha found it amusing and, as if deliberately provoking Kirihara Akira, said, "I want to dye it."

Kirihara Akira glared at him and said, "I think you want to dye my hair blonde, which is really not going to work."

"What kind of person do you take me for? Yellow hair is so tacky," Sen Qingye shouted, adding, "Then, highlights, just a few strands will do."

Kirihara Akira remained silent.

"Just a little bit of hair, just to try it," Mori Kiyoha said sweetly. "Please?"

Kirihara Akira broke out in a few more goosebumps. He rubbed his arms and said, "Hey, act normal."

Mori Kiyoha chuckled, "If you don't agree, I'll talk to you like this every day from now on."

Kirihara Akira conceded defeat, saying, "Then let's dye it, just a little bit."

"Yay!" Mori Kiyoha made a V sign in the mirror.

"Okay, I'll do it right away."

Seeing how well the two were working together, Kirihara Akatsuki suddenly realized she had been tricked: "You two are working together very well. I think this was premeditated."

"Oh dear, how could that be?" Mori Kiyoha laughed, and Kirishima Chizuru also laughed.

Two malicious smiles confirmed Kirihara Akira's conjecture.

Kirihara Akira was helpless in this situation and could only let others manipulate him.

However, he wasn't exactly against it; rather, he had indeed considered changing his image.

Hair dyeing is also a part of campus youth.

Before graduating from high school, I'll do as many silly, harmless things as I can.

After Kirihara Akira got up, he glanced at the clock on the wall, the marks that had been lost to him, and then at Mori Kiyoha, his eyes conveying accusation.

Mori Kiyoha didn't respond to his gaze, but her eyes didn't leave him either.

"A little change, a subtle highlight." Kirihara Akira looked at herself in the mirror and said, "Looks like you really meant well, you didn't want to mess with me."

Mori Kiyoha did not speak.

Why is this guy so quiet? Kirihara Akira found it strange and turned to look, but Mori Kiyoha "just happened" to look away.

Kirihara Akatsuki said, "What's wrong? Doesn't it look good?"

Mori Kiyoha said indifferently, "It's alright, as expected of my taste."

A small change—that's not quite the right word. Kirishima Chizuru didn't use any complicated methods, but people don't need huge changes to be completely transformed.

Kirihara Akira's natural beauty is so good that it doesn't need any further embellishment.

Looking at the bright reflection in the mirror, Kirihara Akira said, "You really like silver-gray, huh? Do I really suit this color?"

Mori Kiyoha calmly replied, "It's alright."

The little girl inside Mori Kiyoha was so overjoyed she felt like jumping for joy.

He was stained with the same color as himself.

Even if it's just a small part, it's a start.

This touch of silver-gray is a symbol; it's not particularly noticeable on his head, but in her heart, it's an unparalleled symbol that makes her overjoyed.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Kirihara Akatsuki lowered her head and teased, "You haven't changed much."

"It's not easy to maintain this color because I've only done routine maintenance," Mori Kiyoha said, looking up at him. "Or do you want me to change it?"

"I think this color suits you very well," Kirihara Akira said.

He subconsciously reached out and touched Mori Kiyoha's silver-gray hair.

Like moonlight cascading down a waterfall, if it weren't for the warm, moist residue from the hair dye, Kirihara Akira might not even be able to feel it.

He immediately realized his mistake, released his hand, and said, "Sorry."

"It's fine, do as you please."