C248 Ideal and Reality Were Irreconcilable

He lowered his voice, as low as a feather, at the last sentence, which tickled my heart.

Doesn't he know how destructive his face is to women?

Why is he deliberately seducing me like this?

The alcohol hasn't passed yet, and my brain is thinking slower than before. He can see that I'm slightly tipsy now, so he casually walked to the kitchen counter and started to cook the soup