At this moment, Vangar's white hair had been forcibly divided by Rory into dozens of sections, tied into densely packed, outward-bursting small pigtails pointing in every possible direction.
Every single finger-length pigtail was tied off with colorful rubber bands.
He looked like a non-mainstream aristocrat who had just been struck by lightning.
Coupled with his sharp-angled, hyper-masculine handsome face, his nose tip was painted bright red, and the six thick, pitch-black cat whiskers drawn across both cheeks were rendered in a bold, unrestrained style.
As Vangar wore an expression of utter despair, his mouth twitching helplessly while his whole head quivered with every movement, the sight was ridiculously hilarious.
"Pfft!"
Vincent burst out laughing the moment he looked at Vangar.
