"Are you seriously going to go out dressed like this? Isn't there more... um, appropriate? " In his last words, Marcus spoke very, very quietly. afraid that his handsome face could be hit by the girl.
"Am I being too rude?" Marcus wondered, seeing Meera put on a sullen face.
"I don't have maternity clothes. When are you going to buy them for me?" Meera said "spoiled." WHAT? SPOOLED? Mira, why are you like this?
"Eh? That's a code to ask for shopping fees, right? " Marcus replied with an innocent face. Geez! Meera almost forgot that this man was too stingy and, ah, there was no need to explain in words. So, Meera pouted again. Marcus laughed.
"Tell me whatever you want to tell me." Marcus ended the flirting with the merciless pregnant woman. He chuckled, amused at Meera's helplessness, and avoided arguing with him.
"I don't want anything."
