My boyfriend is ridiculously handsome, but he keeps putting all sorts of bizarre accessories on himself. Earrings bigger than my fist, rings with weird settings, clinking bracelets, and even some kind of flashy, colorful pendant. He looks like a little roadside stall owner selling wholesale trinkets, which really does ruin his image.
But I don't say anything. The advice of those who've been there is clear: keep your treasure hidden away and look after it yourself.
He also keeps saying he's actually from another world, going on about being an Elf King and water and fire and all that. He makes it sound so real, with such clear logic, that I can't find any holes in his story right away.
Then one day, I transmigrated. I looked at my boyfriend, who was smiling as usual, and angrily grabbed his long, wine-red hair. How could someone be so handsome? His hair was longer than mine, so soft, and that color suited his skin so well... Wait! How did his made-up stories become real? This divinely favored, ridiculously lucky young lady refuses to accept it!
A ridiculous self-indulgent story about my childhood crush. Irregular updates.
Theme: Life is full of suffering, but you're the biggest goofball of all
Check-in completed on December 25, 2021 Hey, can you update the article next door?
Damn, please update the article next door!