He picked up the towel and started drying his wet hair. He picked up the hair dryer on the table and turned on the power. The hot hair was blowing on his hair, fluttering wildly. After performing for a minute, he turned it off and let it down when his hair was completely dry.
Asher picked up the comb and combed his messy hair. His brow furrowed deeply as he moved his fingers from one comb to the other, debating which one to pick. He's never done his own hair, so he doesn't know how hair is done. His maid always does his hair, but he never does. Should he even do it?
He didn't even know what to do first: comb and comb, or comb and comb. His face scrunched up, and a low moan escaped from his lips. Is he going to call his maid at this time?
Isla, who had been staring at him, grimaced angri
