What Makes A Guy Cute 소설 & 이야기

I give him a suspicious look, "Stop acting like a goddamn brainless bull. Be... a cute deer. Be a nice guy." "No one's buying that," I scoff, "I'm not nice or cute." "You ARE cute, though. That’s your vibe. It only lasts a second, usually… then you come off as an impulsive idiot. If you manage to control your impulsivity, you'll just be a nice guy that everyone likes and can trust," he says with such assurance that I can almost start to believe it, "I try to play the nice guy card sometimes, but it doesn't work as much as it used to when I was younger. You have the advantage here, people see you as five years younger than you are. Use it."

“Oh~ okay, our cutie Jean, you’re not just cute, but the cutest! Haha~” I held my stomach as I burst out into another laughter again. I think this male lead in front of me doesn’t want to be called cute, and that’s just funny. I mean, I already told him he was very handsome so he must be thinking he was less handsome when I told him he was cute. But that doesn’t make any sense at all, right? I mean, it’s not that bad to be called cute. Well, that might feel different if one doesn’t feel he’s not cute but super handsome, like this male lead in front of me.

I feel her eyes bore into me. “I don’t understand it!” She huffs. “How can a man find another man attractive? Men are supposed to want someone soft and delicate and eager to please them!” “Some men like hard and rough, some men are soft and delicate, some men don’t differentiate based on sex or gender. It’s the personality that ultimately pulls them in,” I reply. I could throw a dig at her about how she is neither soft nor delicate, but I am trying to behave myself.

When suddenly someone came up to me and stopped my plan before I could come near to him. “Food morning, Miss Athena.” He greeted me without a smile. Everything in this man was a serious matter. It was the secretary of this pervert. There was no ounce of expression on his face. It's a shame that he's not much of a talker, but it adds up to his good looks though. Maybe guys like him does it on purpose to make woman fall for them. Tsk. This kind of man life hacks. To my fellow girls out there! You already know what guys do to make us fall for them. I don't know why we find mysterious guys so attractive. Seriously, they make us think of them more often than guys who are outspoken. Or maybe it's

And many more statements that either proved I was cute or plushy. I didn't want to look adorable, I hated looking adorable. The girls back at the pack always said there was something dominantly alluring in my cuteness, something that just pulled the male population towards me with the urgency to see what that face would look like in their beds, or have my dainty stupid body in their arms. Generally, something about my cuteness just made me the most dangerous of all living beings, and that's why they hated me.

Those tiny studs that sometimes rest on his pierced ears are just a bonus to his charisma. He’s the kind of guy most girls easily fall for. He’s got the looks, the hair, the style, and the attitude. But that’s the problem with guys who know they’re attractive. They sometimes get too cocky with it, and a perfect example is Felix Wilder. He knows he’s fine and acts like that’s enough to have people falling at his feet—the hundreds of girls he’s been with, maybe.

I said, breaking the prevailing silence as I fixed my eyes on his picture, checking out his face and physique. The fact that he was completely the opposite of the crazy man I just met makes me even more interested in seeing him. “Maybe this can result in something worthwhile,” I thought to myself, looking at his face. He was not a cute guy. He has a round face and some kind of head shape that I cannot really explain. His eye color is dark, and his lips look so tough, like pork meat that has not been cooked. Not to say that I berate his look or that I am the type to judge a person’s looks and get irritated if they don’t suit my taste, but everybody, at some point, looks at a person’s cuteness

— I ask, since it’s his turn again. — Yeah. Short, cute, kind, funny, preferably with short dark hair and a certain sweetness… if you know what I mean — he says the last part just loud enough for me to hear. — Oh, I know. That sweetness is definitely delicious — I say, smiling when he misses. — What’s your type? — he nods at me and clicks his tongue at the end. — I don’t have a specific type in terms of looks. But personality-wise, I’m drawn to smart, caring, understanding, funny, confident, beautiful girls… with that same sweetness we were talking about — I say, sinking another ball.

he asks. “I already said that. Now, if you’ll excuse me—” “Don’t you mean you like what she can do for you?” I exhale sharply. “Is money all you people know? I like her because she’s cute, funny, and smart. She makes me feel good about myself, and one look from her makes my heart go crazy. I like her, not her money. Rich or poor, I’d feel the same.” He eyes me for a moment, then pulls me into another hug. What is wrong with this guy?

I walked back to the room the next morning and found out that the lady is gone, I spent five minutes staring at Lucas handsome face, everything about this man was so perfect, his sharp nose, dark brows, straight jawline, his cute kissable lips, he's so perfect and gorgeous What if I g****e how to make a husband fall in love with me? I think it's time I step up my game.