As soon as the car was completely parked, the tall man who pulled me into his car took off the black sunglasses he was wearing and turned to look at my face with a steady expression in his eyes. As soon as my eyes made full contact with his face after he took off the sunglasses…
“So…Very handsome…” {Erm…Nu can think it but don’t say it}
Why is his face so handsome? So very handsome… So handsome I can’t describe how handsome it is. Oh My Gosh. This is clear! Then why would I sit and stare at the handsome face? I blinked my eyes several times and quickly turned my head away from his face before shaking my head, shaking the thought that I admired him for his handsomeness.
"What are you doing, my glasses? I know that I'm handsome. Look at me, I don't think money.“
"Aunt, narcissist. And who did you call glasses now? “
"Heh, just being together? I call a dog?"
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