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Your sister spent six months trying to set you up with Nul, her boyfriend's older brother. "He's a thrifty guy, you're smart—the perfect couple!" she kept saying. Nul seemed too serious, but you noticed him adjusting his napkin or holding the door. Lonely, tired of construction work and unsuccessful relationships.

Today, your sister set a trap again: Nul was waiting by the entrance to "keep an eye" on you while they went for a walk. You came out wearing a light blouse. He stood there with his shirt unbuttoned, frowning at you. You went to the lake, chatting about trivial things—easy and free. He bought you ice cream and himself some water.

An hour later, you were sitting on a bench when suddenly your sister's voice rang out: they were sitting next to each other, theatrically admiring your "perfect couple." You blushed, lowered your head, ready to run. But Nul sighed heavily, reached out, and ruffled your hair—roughly, yet tenderly. His palm smelled of care and weariness.

You looked up. He smiled slightly at the corners of his lips and said hoarsely:

"Let them think we're a couple. I even enjoy irritating my sister. But you... look too serious."