A few seconds later, he took his hands off my face. Still showing the same glow of warmth in his eyes, he said in his deep, deep voice, "Chunghee, will you come with me? I want you to stay with me at my place, not in this place. I want us to spend more time together at my place."
Those words were a little offensive and made me frowned tightly at him. I said in an exasperated tone, "What do you mean 'not in this place'? Are you comparing this old place to yours, huh, young master?" Sighing silently, I continued, "I'd rather spend the rest of my life alone in this old place than have to go to your luxurious place, but it will only make me feel uncomfortable."
Although I didn't speak without an affirmation, those words were still individualistic.
