"This hairstyle!" Fujiwara Reya pointed at her hair coiled at the back of her head, "Looks a bit untidy, yet it exudes an artistic vibe, full of fashion sense amid the disorder; clearly the work of a professional stylist."
Kawashima Miki leaned against the sofa, one hand on the armrest supporting her chin, casting him a casual glance: "Really?"
When she was doing her hair just now, she was completely lost in her dream memories. How could it look good?
"Really!" Fujiwara Reya nodded vigorously, "An indescribable charm! (It's just that it doesn't look like a styled hair at all, not even worthy of praise.)"
Kawashima Miki instinctively touched her hair.
Her gaze subconsciously avoided him, then coolly returned to Fujiwara Reya.
