Yes, the Crown Prince of Glasgow was one of those dreamy male protagonist candidates in a novel. His mysterious aura was her original ideal type, not to mention his back muscles would mesmerize everyone. Could anyone forget about his wealth? However, even if she remained a single lady, she would never choose him. She could not read what was on his mind.
His usual word count per answer was four words.
"Cherry, being your big sister was for infinity. Besides, I think I was not your brother's type."
"Do not worry. I know his ideal type!"
"What do you mean?"
"So, you were here."
Both of them turned to the speaker. He was charming as ever, though he only wore a white long-sleeved shirt and black pants. Replace his emotionless, robotic face, and Voila! An ideal date. On the other side,
