James, I'm Tired

James had been staring at Kara's hair since he got out of the car. In the end, he walked to her.

He tidied a few strands of her hair that were a little messy. He took off the hair clip and then put it back.

He wasn't familiar with these movements, so he tried several times before making it.

He had obsessive-compulsive disorder. He couldn't help.

Just now, when she was in the car, she had been chattering that she had to comb her hair because it was too hot, but the hair he cut for her was uneven in length.

It was not obvious when she wore her hair up. But when she wore her hair down, it seemed like he ruined her hairstyle.

Every time he wanted to take her to the barbershop to get a new haircut, she would shake her head, both hands covering her hair.

She even said righteously that this was a product of the president of the SA Group. It was exclusive to the world and she did not want to change her hairstyle.

Looking at her serious face, James was soft-hearted and didn't insist.