If you have eyes, then look.
Just look at what a competitive male specimen this is.
Your man is this exceptional, and you still have the nerve to say he isn’t cute? Do you even have a conscience?
It had been the perfect opportunity to swagger around saying exactly that, so it was genuinely a shame.
Gyeoul knew perfectly well.
From his experience spending a considerable amount of time as a human, his outer shell fell into the category of being excessively handsome.
If he were only moderately good-looking, that would be one thing, but someone as incomparably, transcendentally handsome as himself?
He was obviously fruit hanging too high to pick, rice cake meant purely for display.
Unless someone possessed the nerve of a general, they usually didn’t even dare approach him.
Which meant opportunities like this truly were rare.
Jin Gyeoul clicked his tongue regretfully and started pushing the cart again.
‘By the way, where did this kid go? Why isn’t she coming back?’
“Tsk. What a life I lead. Old enough to know better, yet still so obsessed with snacks that she abandons her devoted husband to grocery-shop all alon—”
“Ahem.”
“—which she would…