“I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to,” Su Qi apologized sincerely.
“Do you think an apology is enough?” Kamiya jerked his head up, eyes wide. A trace of coldness flashed in them. Su Qi looked at him apologetically, and then he lowered his head again.
“It’s ruined anyway. My image is ruined! The cool, handsome, scheming image I worked so hard to build is gone, all gone. No matter how you apologize, the readers know I’m afraid of injections now!” Kamiya shouted, then put on another pitiful expression.
Su Qi covered her mouth, staring at Kamiya. She’d been wondering what had gotten into him, and this was the reason? Could she admit she really wanted to laugh?
“You...” Kamiya glared at Su Qi.
“Hahahaha... Don’t worry, it’s fine. I’ll ask the author to delete this part, and then nobody will know.” Su Qi patted Kamiya on the shoulder to comfort him.
“Really?” Kamiya looked at Su Qi with stars in his eyes. For a moment, Su Qi thought the kid had beautiful eyes.
“Of course. Next time, you can go right on being cool and handsome, acting however you like. They won’t know. I won’t tell them.” With an arm around Kamiya’s shoulders, Su Qi coaxed him into eating in the soothing tone one might use to lull a child to sleep.
