Adoring Miss Manhid

Adoring Miss Manhid

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How can he adore Miss Manhid if he himself scared of trying to confess to her? Meet Ayen, the Manhid girl. Who became an emotionless girl because of her hurtful past. And, Meet Marro, the Torpe. Who was scared to confess his feelings because He was afraid to be rejected again. And worse, He fell in love to an emotionless girl. Which is, MANHID?! Magiging success kaya na mapaibig ni Marro a.k.a Mr. Torpe si Ayen a.k.a Miss Manhid or they will stay the same? Book Cover By: @IDNTKNWMYNMX
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