"No, what I mean is you're not poop... even if you were poop, I'd still like you." Dang Yang quickly clarified, expressing his steadfast and unwavering love for An Yue.
An Yue: "... You like poop?"
This guy is so disgusting.
Dang Yang shook his head: "No, I only like you. Even if you were poop, I'd still like you."
"..."
An Yue glared at Dang Yang, getting angrier. It seemed like, as he continued to explain, he was mixing her up with poop.
What does he really mean?
An Yue wanted to curse Dang Yang's head off. But before she could start, Dang Yang began to play the rascal.
"Alright, alright, I was wrong. It's all my fault. You're not poop; I'm the poop." Dang Yang gently coaxed An Yue.
An Yue: "..."
Why does the truth sound even stranger?
He's poop?
Then dating him, kissing him, sleeping with him, doesn't that mean she's eating poop?
This person is getting more disgusting by the minute.
