Chapter 5

According to this world’s rules, kissing one’s hair was the only way to express love and affection.

Tony would kiss my hair and demand a response from me. However, because he was taller than me, I couldn’t reach his head, thus he would pull out his diverse hair every day.

Observing his head becoming balder and balder by each passing day, new questions arose: Why must you take out one hair every time I kiss you? Can’t you lower your head?

Thus, I did it.

However, these questions seemed to overstep the limit of this world’s understanding. In fact, Tony continued to touch his multi-colored hair while replying: “Can’t say it! I don’t want to!”

And then, waiting for him to calm down, he added more passionate and firm kisses on my hair.