Her appearance would remind him of a cat with bristled fur.
Though she acted fiercely, in the eyes of others, she was still adorable.
At least, that's how he saw it.
She had a sweet and charming face, even when she was angry she couldn't look that scary. Those eyes glaring round and big, like two beautiful glass beads.
The sweet and innocent type of woman was never his preference.
He had always liked glamorous women, those who exuded extreme beauty, like a blooming red rose, bold and arrogant.
Yet, after spending time with her, she occupied a somewhat different place in his heart.
He began to gradually pay attention to her.
Although to him it didn't mean much, one thing was clear: she was different from the women around him.
He could treat other women as transparent, but with her, in part, there was something that caught his eye.
