Chapter 187 A WEIRD DEFINITION OF CUTE, AND MOWHAWK.

AURORA’S POINT OF VIEW.

“A mowhawk?!” I shrieked, bolting from the chair, a nd running as far away from him as possible. The crazy heir stood before me, a deadpanned look on his face with those huge scissors in his hand. Okay, it is not so big, but as far as I'm concerned, it’s as huge as Everest!

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