章節 1270: The wings of an angel

SUMIRE

Sumire stares at his perfect face and realizes he wouldn't back down. Despite the thundering sensation in her chest, she slowly nodded. 'I really am weak to this handsome face.' Why is this person so perfect? From his eyelids, to his nose, to his lips, and his perfectly sculpted greek god like body and his large-ahem. She is getting ahead of herself there. 

But, everything about him is perfect. 

'I wonder, if Yuhi-san is my ideal type. I have never really thought deeply about what kind of guys I liked. Because for as long as I could remember, I have only ever liked Yuhi.'

When she met Toh, she supposes she was attracted to him. But, did she ever think she would date him?

"Alright let's do that." He suddenly sits up and leans on the headboard of the bed. Yuhi points to his lap.

"Sit here. You seemed comfortable enough earlier."