I met a male protagonist who is exploding with descriptions of his work.
There are two options.
Number one, ignore and get killed like a dog.
Number 2 is a bit of a method, but it is provided with a dense touch.
Whew, there’s nothing we can do. I don’t want to, but I didn’t want to die at all.
I approached him crying while eating mustard.
“I’m telling you in advance, don’t get me wrong.”
“I’m not interested in you.” And I kissed him.
“Take responsibility now. It cannot be if it’s not you.” Unintentionally, I got the male lead.