C184 I don't think it's ugly

When she was about to get up from the bed, an arm pulled her in, and she fell into her firm chest. Her voice echoed above her head, "You lied to me last time, didn't you?" He hadn't even asked her if she liked anything that even small things didn't like.

But, if you don't like it ?

That was something he had hidden from everyone since he was a teenager