Anise and Sienna were now sitting together with much more modest attitudes, opposite Eugene, who was sitting down on a sofa. Even though the two of them still seemed distracted by continuously shooting glares at each other, they were still sitting fairly close to each other, and Eugene felt a burst of pride at this sight.

The floor around the sofa was strewn with torn-off strands of gray hair. In the small distance between Sienna and Anise, the hopes for peace and friendship lying there had been won through Eugene’s sacrifice of his own hair.

“What are you smiling so proudly for?”

“I can still smack your other cheek, you know.”

Eugene quickly corrected his expression as these threats were shot at him along with Anise and Sienna’s piercing gazes.

Although their words sounded hostile, neither Sienna nor Anise felt at ease with saying such things. Sienna couldn’t help but keep glancing at Eugene’s hair, which she had so recently been tearing out.

But could the perfection of Eugene’s new body really have extended to his hair roots as well? Even with the two of them plucking away at it, not much of Eugene’s hair had actually been pulled out. At that time, Sienna had been intent on rendering Eugene completely bald, or at least creating a few bald patches, but Eugene’s hair was still so thick and full that it didn’t look like any of it had been pulled out at all.

Although things had worked out for the best, Sienna still felt a pang of guilt when she saw how swollen Eugene’s cheek remained. Sienna believed that she had been left with no choice but to slap him at that moment, but the thought that she might have struck him a bit too hard now ran through Sienna’s mind.

Sienna hesitantly offered, “Come here, let me treat your face—”

Before Sienna had even finished speaking, Anise shot up and strode over to Eugene. Then she casually sat beside Eugene and placed...