Wait— WHAT?!
I have to marry him?!
Did he just casually drop a nuclear bomb in my face like it was a free sample at Costco?!
"Wait wait wait, HOLD UP—" I yelled, my brain desperately trying to act like Einstein while actually running on Windows XP with 12 viruses. "You're telling me that I, Mira Kim— have to marry you because I saw you… mid- transformation?! What the helly, Mr Jeon?!"
What is this, some kind of Disney meets Saw situation?!
He sighed. AGAIN for the 4,382nd time today. Honestly, if sighs could be sold on eBay, he'd be a millionaire already.
Millionaire?
Oops—my apologies. Didn't mean to downgrade him. The man's probably richer than Monopoly's bank and Jeff Bezos' piggy bank combined.
