Forced to Marry a Handsome Waria
Brushed

Alya carried the small bag and suitcase she had prepared, towards the main room of her apartment.

Put the suitcase and bag on the sofa. Alya sat down next to him, and circulated her gaze throughout the corner of the room.

There was no sight of Rian anywhere he looked. A sense of wonder appeared, then thought that Rian might still be in his room.

Alya waited patiently, until she finally saw Rian who had come out of her room.

The figure of a medium-bodied man, with a clean white face complete with makeup polish, further adds to the aura of good looks. He came with a small bag, which he placed on his shoulder.

His eyes turned blue, like he was wearing a softlense. The accessories that Alya gave did not forget he used, further adding to the impression of a Korean idol if he was noticed. The OOTD is no less good. Dion's branded clothes that Alya told Rian to wear, turned out to be very suitable for him.

Maybe the effect of his face is bright and clean, all kinds of clothes he wears become very suitable.

Her hair was styled as fully as possible, even better than what the salon did to her.

Alya could not blink looking towards Rian, who was currently standing before him.

‘This Rian?’ inner Alya, whose gaze was dumbstruck saw Rian whose appearance was like this before her.

The expensive impression of the look of Rian increasingly felt, like it was common to use luxury items like this. In fact, when Rian used a shabby T-shirt, and also a haircut that was not good, Alya did not see this kind of aura at all to him.

Alya was already completely bewitched, by the make over that Ria had done to her.

Seeing Alya who was just silent before him, Rian felt very embarrassed. He became insecure, because Alya's gaze continued to sharpen towards him.

“Why? Doesn't fit well and this way? What ... overload?” rian asked, Alya's consciousness returned when this question was asked by him.

Alya threw away her gaze, to cover up her flowery feelings.

“Good!” alya said firmly, without looking at Rian.

Looking at Alya's expression like that, Rian could only smile sweetly looking at her.

“You leave when?” rian asked, Alya's eyes were so rounded to hear it, because he forgot about it.

Alya turned her head and looked firmly towards Rian, “Now!” he answered, who then immediately got up and brought his luggage.

Alya stepped towards the door of her apartment, with all the items she was carrying. Seeing that it was difficult to carry the items, Rian accelerated his pace to follow towards him.

Rian felt pity, and did not want to let Alya carry her own things.

After successfully following Alya's steps, Rian rushed to pick up the items Alya had brought, and immediately took them. He left Alya there, making Alya look up at Rian, with a confused look.

‘He wants to help me, without me asking? Without much ado? Without looking for attention?’ inward Alya, who felt Rian was very different from Dion.

Yes, different people, definitely different personalities. Alya just met the first person wrong. Supposedly, he met Rian first, lest he feel the things that harm him like that.

However, God had arranged all of that, so that Alya could compare between the two. If Alya met Rian first, perhaps Alya would never have any comparison in her life.

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