CREEPY LANCE

It was a look he hadn't seen before—no cool distance, no guarded smile. Instead, Emerald seemed drowsy, which only deepened Lance's affection for her.

He was transported back to freshman year, remembering the first time he'd seen her—confident and beautiful under the spotlight.

In love! His heart beat wildly, his face redder than the setting sun.

Noticing Gio's gaze on her chest, Iris shrieked and smacked him over the head with an inflatable pillow.

"You pervert!"

The curtain dropped as Gio held the inflatable pillow, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

What a treasure! Iris's figure was something else!

Turning, he found Lance there and immediately changed his expression. "Who told you to stare at my girl? You filthy perv, don't make me gouge your eyes out."

Lance rolled his eyes, thinking Gio and Iris truly suited each other. Handing Gio a pack of tissues, he smirked, "Cousin, better wipe your nosebleed first."