Part 3Wallpaper Boy

In the bathroom, I breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him sincerely.

He turned on the faucet to wash his hands, saying nonchalantly.

"I didn't help you, I was helping my dear girlfriend."

I was speechless for a moment, I was indeed in the wrong here.

But I absolutely cannot lose momentum in front of my ex-boyfriend.

"If I knew you were the professor's son, I wouldn't have said it was you."

He paused, his gaze intense.

"Then who did you want to say it was?"

"I..."

Seems there's no one else to say.

He sighed lightly.

"If you have a boyfriend, we better explain clearly right now."

I grabbed his clothes, almost kneeling down to him.

"Since it already happened, and we can't break up right now."

"Then please pretend to be my boyfriend a little longer, please please."

I looked up with pitiful eyes.

He stared at me for a long time, his Adam's apple rolling.

"I'm not interested in being a stand-in."

I was a bit confused, "What stand-in?"

He was nonchalant, "Didn't you say yesterday you were with your boyfriend?"

"I was with my bed yesterday, all day."

He raised his eyebrows, radiating joy all over:

"Then I'll reluctantly agree to you."

"Okay, boyfriend."

He froze for a moment, leaned against the wall and stopped talking.

Why did this person suddenly become The Thinker?

Why are his ears red too?

I didn't understand, shook my head.

Finished washing hands.

My eyes fell on the towel rack next to me.

Huh, which one did Max use just now?

While hesitating, a towel covered my hand.

"This one, girlfriend."

"……"