There's Something Not Quite Right With My Lover

Years later, Mr. Model ended his vacation early.

It is said that the famous fashion designer wanted to hold a fashion show or something, and asked the model to be there.

I believe that work must be done seriously and responsibly, so I didn't use my identity as a funder to let Mr. Model reject me.

"Want to go with me?"

The day before he left, Mr. Model became very clingy.

When I watch a movie, he hugs me to watch it, and when I eat, he also stares at me to eat, sticking to me like brown sugar.

In the evening, I was happily watching the evening news when Mr. Model suddenly said to me: "Come with me."

Not that gentle interrogative sentence, but an informative tone.

I faintly feel that this tone is not right. Thinking about the fact that Mr. Model rarely leaves me for such a long time, it may be because I feel uneasy.

After thinking about it, I don't have anything to do recently, and I don't have work for a while, so I might as well go with Mr. Model.

Thinking of this, I simply agreed to him and boarded the plane with him the next day.

After a long plane journey, I set foot on the land of Paris, but the whole person has no energy.

We went to the hotel, the model was in charge of luggage and communication, and I was in charge of getting sleepy but still maintaining a perfect image of the president.

In the end, I lay down on the bed and went to sleep with peace of mind, and Mr. Model had to go out to meet with the master to discuss some messy issues.

By the time I really woke up, it was already very late local time.

"Do you want something to eat?" Mr. Model was reading a book, and when he saw me wake up, he turned his head and looked at me and asked.

The profile of Mr. Model looks very good under the light, especially when he is about to get food delivered, he is super handsome.

"Tomorrow I'm going to shoot a poster first, do you want to go too?" The model may have eaten, so he propped his chin and watched me eat.

While eating, I asked vaguely, "Are you just standing there to take pictures?"

In fact, I don't really want to go, it doesn't seem to be interesting. In contrast, I would rather stay alone in a hotel and sleep.

"Don't you want to see me at work?" Mr. Model raised his lips.

I remembered the posters I had seen before. The model Mr. in it was indeed very different from usual, so I began to hesitate.

"There will always be something to eat over there." Mr. Model said with a smile.

I looked unmoved, thought for a while, and calmly agreed.

"How long do you want to work?" The promise that day was very temporary, so I didn't even ask more clearly.

Mr. Model turned on the TV: "It may take about a week."

"Will it be too long?" Mr. Model leaned over.

I'm completely used to his hands and feet.

"It's okay." I said, "It's about right."

Mr. Model kissed me again: "That's good."

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