You Are My Treasure, Husband!

181.Pretty, like. (3)

"Miss, you cannot leave until you have told us the truth," repeated the butler.

"I found the little jade stamp." Eunha wasn't going to tell them about Lisa. Why would she want to set it all up for her?

"Uncle Jiang, you don't need to ask her anymore. I'm sure she had stolen it from somewhere. Just interrogate her or call the cops," said Yeri.

"You can't just accuse me like that." Eunha's face changed color when she heard about the police would be getting involved. She would for sure get onto the most trending list if she was taken to the police station.

Yeri hrumphed. "Because you've stole something that belongs to my family."

"Who said I stole it? Lalisa gave it to me and she gave me a fake one!" Eunha rebutted her uncontrollably.

"Lalisa?" Old Mr. Kim looked at Eunha with his sharp eyes.

Eunha was stunned on the spot. She regretted so much that she wished to slap herself.

She was setting it all up for Lisa!

Lisa had no idea that Eunha had failed miserably all from her own doings.

After she had finished handling the issue with the maid, she went to look for Jungkook in the study. She was only short two little suns and she wanted them back as soon as possible.

Lisa opened up the door to the study and saw Jungkook reading quietly sitting in front of his desk in his red sweatshirt with his back straight.

As she came visit Jungkook a lot in the study, Lisa had placed a lounger in here, making it easier for her to lie down.

Unless Jungkook, who sit more properly than a grade school kid, Lisa much prefer to mess around on her cellphone while laying down.

Lisa walked over and sat down on her lounger. Jungkook, hearing the noises from her, looked up at her.

Lisa had just settled down in her lounger when Jungkook's chair dragged across the floor making a loud ear-piercing noise.

She saw Jungkook standing up all of a sudden and looked at her in a daze.

"What's the matter?" Lisa didn't understand what had happened.

Jungkook's lips moved. He looked at her a few times, looked away, looked back at her again, and looked away again. And he did that a few times.

Jungkook walked over and his tall and bulky body half-squatted down in front of the lounger. He looked up at Lisa and reached out his long and slender fingers to touch Lisa gently on her brows, nose, and lips.

He etched over them over and over again.

There was light in Jungkook's pitch-black eyes.

He let out low and deep grunts from his throat, like a little milky beast growling happily.

His palm against Lisa's cheek and he said, "Pretty you."

Lisa was taken aback a little when she heard Jungkook's words.

She had just gotten back 18% of her halo and had 98% of her beauty back. Of course Lisa knew that she was pretty but Jungkook was also being too blunt.

He called her ugly before she got her beauty back and now that she had returned to her old self, he called her pretty.

If he wasn't so cute, she would want to beat him up.

That was so blunt.

She couldn't help but reached out and pinched him on his cheek. She even rubbed his hair violently and made his once docile hair messy on him. That, along with his cold and handsome face, made him appear even cuter.

Lisa even rubbed his ears until they were red. She said huffily, "Oh, so you called me ugly before and now you said I'm pretty? Hmm?

"Who taught you what is pretty?

"And who taught you to just a book by its cover?"

Lisa liked Jungkook's looks too but she was the queen of double standard!

She corrected Jungkook fiercely, "I was pretty before, and I am still pretty now."

Half-squatting in front of Lisa, his hair messy and his ear red from Lisa's rub, Jungkook blinked his blank-looking eyes, tightened his lips some and said slowly, "Pretty, like."

The ugly Odd Big Sister, he liked.

The pretty Odd Big Sister, he liked too.