"Don't be angry. I've already apologized to you. Don't let me live in endless regret."
"It's none of my business. You asked for it."
"Well, I was wrong. I am wrong about everything. What do you want to know? Can I tell you everything?"
"Oh no!"
"Why not?"
I was speechless. Yes, he had apologized. What on earth was he doing? But he had been saying in his heart that he couldn't be easily forgiven, couldn't! Then what kind of excuse should he use next?
Before he thought it through, he smiled very cutely. Why did he laugh like this? Touching his head, he suddenly realized something and patted his forehead.
"How about hotpots? I'll treat you to flatbread!"
Wow, this condition is really tempting. I couldn't help swallowing my saliva as if there was a conditioned reflex. But... a flatbrea
