Your boyfriend doesn't look good.

"Can I give you a reasonable explanation?"
Ishmael Kearns's brows suddenly twisted into a knife, and his starry eyes shot out a hint of coldness, falling on Sychlys Kearns.
"Have you ever treated me like a cousin?"
"…"
Sychlys Kearns couldn't help but step back. It was the first time she saw Ishmael Kearns with such a horrible expression. He seemed really angry.
"Your brother keeps calling me a labor camp prisoner and a low-class security guard. And you, when you find a partner,...