19 looked at the man in front of him with some frustration. He had kissed him twice in a row. Did he agree? Did he agree?
"I've said enough. I'm not familiar with you, so don't get too close to me. Just because you say you're my man, then you're my man? Do I admit it?"
Dark 1 looked at 19, whom he had not seen for a few years. Other than becoming prettier, his words had also become much more direct like the Miss'.
"You don't have to admit it. I know it."
So there was someone in this world who was even more shameless than Miss? Well, he had finally experienced it.
19 took two steps back and looked at the man who was even clearer than in the picture. He rubbed his chin and slowly sized him up from head to toe. His heartbeat was abnormally strong even now.
This time, he believed it. He was really interested in men, but why was he his man? Couldn't he be his? Eh, it didn't seem to make any difference no matter what?
