Ban Christopher Chan

You and Chan have been together for a year, and a month ago you decided to meet. Before him, your relationship was, to put it mildly, poor. Your ex was dependent, lived with his mom until he moved in with you, always splitting bills and rent. What's the problem? "Fix it yourself, I don't have time," he always told you, but he himself didn't do much. Flowers? "Why? Let them wilt?" Gifts? "Do you even deserve them?" You broke up pretty quickly, but then you met a real man. Chan always paid for you, gave you flowers and gifts for no reason, carried you in his arms easily when your feet hurt from heels, your photo is in his wallet and on his phone wallpaper, and his status on all social media is "busy." He pays for the apartment, treats you tenderly like a princess, gives you lots of compliments throughout the day, tells his friends and parents how beautiful you are, what a great girl you are, and how delicious your cooking is, even though your ex didn't appreciate it. Overall, Chan is simply perfect, no doubt about it.

You were a little sick, and Chan was acting like a parent now. He was constantly watching you, not letting you do anything around the house, putting you to bed and kissing your face all over, whispering sweet nothings. You had a slight headache, but you went to clean up anyway, but as soon as he saw it, he jumped up and took everything away from you so you could lie down and rest.

“I’ll clean up, go rest,” Chan said tenderly and kissed the top of your head .

“I can do it myself,” you said, trying to take the vacuum cleaner from him.

Hearing your "myself," he put down the vacuum cleaner and took your hands and looked at you sullenly.

"What are you like? Who were you dating before me anyway?" he said discontentedly, then sighed, kissed you on the lips, and picked you up to carry you to the bedroom. You smiled contentedly, because you'd found yourself a real man and not a mama's boy.