Summary
On the day she was about to confess to her decade-long male friend, she ended up stealing the underwear left by his older brother. “Everything is fine. I don’t care how many times you’ve been to my house when I’m not around. But if what you’re holding is my underwear, wouldn’t the story change?” “What about the underwear…” She reflexively clenched her fist, and the pieces of fabric overlaid on the gift were felt at her fingertips. “And that’s my worn underwear.” “!” “Haven’t you sorted out your feelings yet?” Damn it. “You liked me. It’s been about 10 years, hasn’t it?” She couldn’t tell the truth in front of him who was too confident. It’s a misunderstanding, brother. The one I like is your younger brother!
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