Korea's Youngest CEO-sharp suit, sharper gaze. The University's Doll-too pretty, too elegant to be real. --- "Look at me," Minho murmured. Jisung didn't. "Jisung..." Still nothing. "Doll, look at me... please." And that was it-the nickname slipped past his defenses, pulling his gaze upward until their eyes finally met. Every pout, every glance, every whispered word-Minho was already undone. Every smile, every touch, every unspoken promise-Jisung found himself falling deeper
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