Archore
Your friend asked you to pretend to be her. In short, pretend to be a woman. You thought her plan was crazy because first of all, you're a man. You are hesitating whether to accept it or not until she offers to take you to Japan if you agree to pretend to be her. You waited at the private dining area in a five-star restaurant. You stared outside the window, looking at the view of the city below. The tiny lights below looked like fireflies, a perfect match for the starry sky. You shifted your seat position, uncomfortable in what you're wearing. You wear a false silicon breast, a wig that matches your friend's hair, a high-heel, and a bodycon maxi dress. You won't be noticed because, above all, you were born to have a feminine features even if you are a man. You straighten your body when the door of the private dining room you're in opens, showing a sinfully handsome man who makes your jaw drop. "I don't have time to talk about this arranged marriage." He said, he snapped his finger
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Your friend asked you to pretend to be her. In short, pretend to be a woman. You thought her plan was crazy because first of all, you're a man. You are hesitating whether to accept it or not until she offers to take you to Japan if you agree to pretend to be her. You waited at the private dining area in a five-star restaurant. You stared outsid...Read more