𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Chapter 9

--Lisa--

After he called people, a few seconds later, I saw a repairman standing up. He was very tall, almost blocking the light. He was wearing a vest and jeans, and his tight but well-proportioned muscles were slightly red from sweat and work. His waist was very narrow, and you could almost imagine the lines of his abdominal muscles. Such simple stained jeans made him look rough and wild.

This kind of body seems to be inherently aggressive. Even though you looked at him, it felt like your face was gently touched by something.

So I just glanced at him quickly and looked away. I vaguely felt that his features were also clear and handsome. After a while, I caught a glimpse of his back from the corner of my eye as if I had grown small feet.

He walked past me.

His bangs were a bit long, covering his forehead, and his face was turned to the other side, so I couldn't see his face clearly. But he didn't say hello to me, as if he didn't even notice the existence of me, the owner of the car. He bent down and wiped the dust off the front of the car with his fingers, revealing the scratches inside. His fingers were long and thin, with calluses on the fingertips and the base of the thumb. The rough hands of a repairman. For some reason, I actually felt that those hands were a bit...sexy.

He straightened up and put on his gloves. I was not even as tall as his shoulders, and I wanted to poke his back with my fingers, but somehow I couldn't. I had no choice but to say, "Master, is it easy to fix?"

"Yeah." His voice was low and hoarse, and seemed to have a hint of cigarette smoke.

"How much?" I asked again.

He said, "You decide."

I couldn't help but open my eyes wide. This master has some personality. I estimated in my mind and said, "How about 300?"

He replied, "Okay." Then he lowered his head to get the tools.

But I was stunned for a moment.

Why does he look more and more familiar the more I look at him?

Impossible, this is my first time in this shop. And I didn't know any mechanics or car washers before. So I slowly walked to the other side of the car, and he seemed to be unaware, and kept his head down working.

I walked up to him and secretly looked at him from a distance of one or two meters.

But he suddenly raised his head at this moment.

I was stunned for a moment, and it felt like someone punched me in the heart.

...

Since you are alone, do you mind if we sit at the same table for dinner?

This kind of ghost book is full of nonsense about love and love, it's rubbish!

She is not my girlfriend, she is my biological sister.

...

His strong, yet delicate features look exactly like the man in my dream, and he has jet-black hair and a tall stature.

But how could it be him?

My mind is in a mess.

But his eyes were calm, he looked at me, lowered his head and continued working. It was like looking at a stranger.

My mind suddenly became clear, and after the shock, I quickly regained my sanity. No, it was impossible. One was a graduate of a prestigious university, bound to rise to the top of society step by step; the other was a car mechanic at the bottom of society.

And if you look closely, you will find that although their eyebrows and eyes are very similar, there are still differences. That man, with delicate skin and tender flesh, was thin at the time, how could he have such muscles that were obviously tempered by wind and rain? The man in front of him still has stubble on his chin, his cheeks are obviously thinner, and his facial features are more hard-lined.

It's like one is a round and smooth pearl indoors, and the other is an angular black stone thrown into the wild.

In just a few weeks, a person's appearance and temperament cannot change so drastically. They are definitely not the same person. They just look very similar.

After realizing this, I relaxed all of a sudden. The man in front of me, although just a grassroots repairman, was much more handsome and wilder than the elite men on the ship.

At this time, the driver who greeted me before brought a stool over and warmly asked me to sit down. Then he started to introduce me to the car wash card. I said OK, I'll get one. He said: "The beauty, just tell me your name and phone number."

I replied, "Lisa." Then I told him my phone number.

I don't know if it was my illusion, but I suddenly caught a glimpse of the man squatting on the ground repainting, and his movements paused. I looked up at him, but he lowered his head and focused on his work again.

I thought to myself, someone just called him Brother Jeon? Brother Jeon?

My eyes drifted to the wall, where there was an employee information board.

The third name is "Jeon Jungkook". Strangely enough, I knew it was his name as soon as I saw it.

Simple, yet indescribably good.

Come to think of it, I didn't even know the man on the boat's name.