Chapter 138

• “You–you look,” Levian stuttered playfully as Sherry walked inside the room. Putting down the phone he was holding, he rose to his feet, waiting for Sherry to walk up to him.
• “Look what?” Sherry asked, suppressing the laughter that was about to escape her lips. Standing next to him, she gently tugged at the fake beard on his face. “This feels so real.”
• Levian helplessly sighed as he caught hold of her hands and pulled them away from his face. “You look beautiful,” Levian chuckled as he pressed his lips on the back of her palm. “Despite this, well, unconventional look.”