I admitted that he was indeed a rare handsome guy. When I was in school, I paid attention to him and naturally liked him. But I didn't expect him to be such an annoyed man in private, which was completely inconsistent with the high and cold persona he had built up. I would burst into laughter as soon as I heard his words.
It was hard for me to decide whether to agree or refuse.
If I agreed, I would receive blades from his crazy fans every day.
If I refused, I would miss such a handsome man.
"I agree." I said.
In the end, I chose to give in to his handsomeness.
The person in front of me broke into a smile.
"Can I go in now?"
Only then did I remember that I had kept the door half-closed. In order to talk, he had stuck his head in.
I quickly opened the door and he seemed to have lost his balance and almost fell to the ground.
“It hurts. Baby, give me a massage.”
Michael pursed his lips and rubbed his neck as he looked at me.
I was thinking that he was so handsome while Michael had been muttering to himself, “Baby, help me.”
I came back to my senses and went straight to the living room, leaving the one who was kept muttering behind.
I turned around and pointed at him.