The doorbell rang when I was immersed in my memories.

I opened the door and saw a man dressed like a peacock standing there with his hand holding his forehead and his eyes closing.

He muttered to himself when he saw me open the door.

"Rose, I’m so handsome and elegant. Why did you reject me?"

As he spoke, he stroked his hair.

I was speechless and even felt I wasn't wrong in rejecting his confession.

I looked at the lunatic in front of me while thinking of the handsome Best Actor on TV, and felt I was cheated, like those cheated by advertisements.

I wanted to report to some place and take a picture of this scene to sell it to his rich fans.

It would definitely become a heated topic on the Internet. I had already thought of an eye-catching title for the staff.

#Michael went to the girl's doorstep to confess his love but was rejected#

Just as I was dreaming about making a fortune, I was jolted awake by Michael.

"What do you think? Are you dazzled by my handsomeness? Do you regret rejecting my confession just now? If you do, I can forgive you and give you another chance."

I cursed in my heart and subconsciously wanted to close the door but was stopped by Michael.

I asked him what he was going to do.

He stuck his head in and pouted.

"I like you. Give me a chance to show you my charm as a super handsome man."

I admitted that he was indeed a rare handsome guy. When I was in school, I paid attention to him and naturally liked him. But I didn't expect him to be such an annoyed man in private, which was completely inconsistent with the high and cold persona he had built up. I would burst into laughter as soon as I heard his words.

It was hard for me to decide whether to agree or refuse.

If I agreed, I would receive blades from his crazy fans every day.

If I refused, I would miss such a handsome man.

"I agree." I said.

In the end, I chose to give in to his handsomeness.

The person in front of me broke into a smile.

"Can I go in now?"

Only then did I remember that I had kept the door half-closed. In order to talk, he had stuck his head in.

I quickly opened the door and he seemed to have lost his balance and almost fell to the ground.

“It hurts. Baby, give me a massage.”

Michael pursed his lips and rubbed his neck as he looked at me.

I was thinking that he was so handsome while Michael had been muttering to himself, “Baby, help me.”

I came back to my senses and went straight to the living room, leaving the one who was kept muttering behind.

I turned around and pointed at him.

"Stop. Go back to your home if you keep being like this."

Under my fierce eyes, Michael restrained himself and muttered to himself.

"Why are you so cruel?"

I sat on the sofa and watched the new drama starring Michael and Melody.

The man also sat down and began to be proud.

"Look, I'm really handsome in the drama. Look at the way I’m swinging my sword and the cool looks in my eyes."

I interrupted his words.

"It’s not like you. Do you have a twin brother who is the Best Actor?”

Hearing my teasing, Michael got visibly upset and stopped talking.

I watched the drama while eating snacks and my phone vibrated.

It was a Twitter thread about him.

Before I clicked on it, I asked the person next to me if he had been photographed by paparazzi when he entered my home.

I didn't wait for the person's answer to click on the topic while I was frozen in place.

Michael posted a photo of me on Twitter.

"I was just bluffing just now. I've already won her over with my charm."

There were blessings in the comments section, and some people had started to search for my information.

There were also people who threatened me.

I noticed that the amount of Michael's fans was plummeting.

Looking at these crazy fans, I felt that I was about to be stripped naked.

Some friends called me to ask about the situation and some joked that they could make money by selling my information, but I didn’t expect to receive my parents’ call.

They asked me to bring him home and introduce him to them so that they could get to know him.

Looking at the fool beside me, I felt he might embarrass me.

Mom asked me to bring him home tomorrow.

My parents didn't like to joke and were very cold, but Michael was a humorous guy.

I was afraid that my parents wouldn’t accept Michael.

If he posted on Twitter again, I didn't want my parents to be exposed to the public.

So I decided to discuss it with him.

"I plan to bring you home to see my parents tomorrow."

Michael's eyes lit up at my words and he covered his face.

"It happened so suddenly. I'm shy."

I felt that it was impossible to turn Michael into a cool man overnight, so I asked him to pretend to be cool.

On the way home, I reminded him to be cool and he was confident and changed his usual tone.

In the living room, Michael looked up at the roof and narrowed his eyes with his hands clasped behind his back, thinking to himself, "I am cool enough."

My parents sat on the sofa and looked at each other in confusion.

I was speechless for the dumbass and even wanted to beat him up.

My father spoke first.

"Well, you don't have to pretend. We have learned about you on the Internet. We want to ask you what you like about Rose."

He cleaned his throat and made a fool of himself.

"I like her inner beauty."

Hearing his answer, I almost spit water on his face.

What nonsense was he talking about? I didn't speak to him but only had eye contact throughout high school.

To be honest, I didn’t know why he liked me.

My parents insisted on keeping him for dinner.

He behaved quite well during the dinner. He even insisted that he was full after eating a little and put down the fork to sit quietly.

He looked at my parents with a fake smile on his face and my parents couldn't even eat when he was staring at them like that.

I had no choice but to give up my favourite dish, put down my fork, and pull him to the sofa.

On the way home, he wailed in the car.

“I'm hungry. I'm so hungry. Braised pork and roast pigeon, come back to me please.”

I couldn't even roll down the window, because I was afraid people would think he was mad if they heard him.

If I hadn't been driving, I would have taped his mouth shut.

"Stop shouting. I'll take you to eat."

The man in the passenger seat immediately sat down and started playing games without making any noise along the way.

I took him to a roadside stall.

Seeing he was obviously very excited, I stopped him just as he was about to rush out of the car.

"Stop, put on your mask and hat."

When everything was ready, Michael rushed out of the car and ran to the stall.

In the blink of an eye, he ordered enough food for five people.

I looked him up and down and thought to myself, Can he eat so much when he's so skinny?

We sat in the darkest and most inconspicuous position on the side of the road.

Just as I was about to eat, I was stopped by Michael.

"Let me take a picture first."

I sat quietly and waited for him to finish taking photos.

I urged him impatiently when the meat was getting cold.

"Are you done?"

Realizing my impatience, he put down his phone and began to eat.

"You can start now."

Although I didn't know what he was doing with his phone, I had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, halfway through the meal, I noticed that there were a lot of people watching and even taking photos.

I stood up and asked,

"Hello, everyone. What can I do for you?"

They seemed to be a little excited, but more and more people came to us.

When I was wondering what was going on, the man behind me suddenly stood up and walked up to me.

“Good evening, everyone. Have you eaten yet?”

My ears were instantly covered with screams after he finished speaking as if my eardrums would be pierced in the next second.

Only then did I realize what was happening.

I pulled him up and shoved him into the car.

With so many people around, I inevitably made physical contact with them, but the person next to me seemed to be used to it.

I opened the car door, shoved him into the passenger seat, and got into the driver’s seat quickly.

I was exhausted after doing that and I questioned Michael, "What did you do?"

Michael proudly took out his phone and showed it to me.

"I posted on Twitter."

I looked at Michael's tweet.

[This is the first time I'm having supper with my baby.]

A picture of the supper was added.

I instantly understood what he was doing before eating.

There were more and more people around. It took me at least half an hour to drive carefully and slowly out of the crowd and then I rushed home.

I got into the lift and felt that the close button would be broken by me the next second.

I sat paralysed in the lift, gasping for breath.

When I got home, I sat down on the sofa and browsed Twitter with my mobile phone.

Sure enough, the trending topic was getting more and more interesting.

#Michael is having supper with his new girlfriend#

#Michael's new girlfriend's appearance is exposed#

#Michael took a car home with his girlfriend#

I clicked on Michael's Twitter account and searched for the contents of his post.

I found the tweet that he had just posted in the evening and browsed through the comments.

Some fans said that they were going to the same stall to meet him, and some were talking about me. Of course, my photos had been exposed in the comment area.

The comments were polarised again.

[She doesn't deserve our Michael.]

[She’s so beautiful. Michael has such a good taste. Hi, beauty!]

Michael sat down next to me with a glass of water.

I joked with him, "You've provided fodder for a lot of tabloids."

Michael smiled without saying anything.