Within the True Love Marriage Agency, the uniform female employees were captivated by a little boy.
The kawaii duckbill cap rested atop his fluffy, slightly curled mushroom-like hair, paired with a British-style plaid shirt on top, denim overalls and little black leather shoes below; his round, pudgy face was adorned with big, black, shiny eyes.
Clearly a little boy, yet his eyelashes were as long as a little girl's, curled and lifted, accompanied by a petite nose bridge and rosy little mouth; he was simply like a character straight out of a comic, his whole body radiating a glow.
"Wow, he's so cute, truly beautiful—prettier than girls even, makes you just want to pinch him."
The little guy wasn't pleased, crossing his chubby arms, haughtily saying, "I'm a boy, you can't say I'm pretty!"
"Oh, he's unhappy about being called pretty, hehehe. Little brother, what are you doing here?"
