"Luna, don''t tell me after exhausting ourselves like this, you''ve decided to give my idol this thing."


    Queenie couldn''t hide her disdain for my choice, pursing her lips like an old woman.


    I blinked at her and said, "It''s the thought that counts, right? It''s not about the value of the item but who


    it''s from. If it''s from Luna Lawson, your idol would definitely like it."


    Under Queenie''s disapproving and disdainful look, I faced immense pressure and told the owner my


    idea.


    The owner was a young man with a low ponytail. He looked somewhat effeminate and had a


    particrly straightforward personality.


    He immediately took me to the workbench area and handed me over to a teacher who was deftly


    working with "her" hands. "Max, listen up. Do your best to help this youngdy show her infatuation for


    her boyfriend."


    As I stared at the back of the long-haired beauty, I silently wondered why the owner spoke like that to


    someone who I knew would be a prettydy just by looking at "her" back. I couldn''t understand how the


    owner, who seemed a little clueless, could manage to retain such a person to work for him.


    After "she" turned around and chatted with me, I realized how wrong I was. The owner didn''t make a


    mistake. It was me whopletely misjudged the situation.


    With well-trimmed eyebrows, apricot-colored deep eyes, peachy cheeks, a straight nose, fair skin, and


    rows of white teeth, "she" was so stunning that I couldn''t tear my eyes away.


    Queenie and I sheepishly took a step back, stuttering our greetings, "Hello, you''re so beautiful."


    "She" chuckled at our silly looks. The sound of "her"ughter somehow made my heart tremble.


    This voice... "She" was a man?


    Queenie and I exchanged puzzled nces, finding the answer in each other''s eyes.


    Upon closer inspection, the man called Maxime, had the typical expressions of a man on the face that


    was as delicate as a work of art, which seemed somewhat out of ce.


    "Boss, don''t you think calling such a beautiful woman Max sounds weird? You should use a more


    ttering nickname. The current one is bad Queenie fully embraced her inner fangirl as she


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    The ownerughed heartily. "Let me give you some advice. Just concentrate on learning well. Don''t


    listen or look at anything else besides your craft.


    "Once you fall into certain traps, it''s


    very difficult to get away. Beauty has always been a double-edged sword that''s invisible to the eyes.


    There might be a sharp dagger beneath the beautiful facade. You''re still young, so don''t be swayed by


    external beauty."


    "Boss, why do you always tarnish my image in front of beautiful young women? If I''m a sword, then


    why haven''t I stabbed you to death?"


    "Haha, that''s because I''m straight. If you want to stab me, you''ll have to find a way to bend me over."


    They were exchanging such vicious words.


    Queenie and I couldn''t take it anymore, so we covered our ears.


    Maxime and the owner exchanged a few more yful insults before the owner shooed us away to


    begin discussing my idea.


    Upon hearing that I wanted to give my boyfriend a birthday gift, Maxime couldn''t help but admiringly


    say, "There aren''t many young women willing to go to such lengths prepare gifts for their boyfriends


    nowadays. He''s really lucky. Don''t worry, I''ll guide you well.


    "Let''s get started. First, you have to choose the color and pattern of the yarn. I don''t rmend red for


    men."


    Of course, I wouldn''t choose red. He was a dignified teacher at Jesselton College. If he pulled out his


    keys with a little red apple hanging from them, what would happen? Just thinking about it made me


    laugh until my stomach hurt.


    I pointed to a dark green spool, and Maxime nodded in approval. "You''ve got taste. Add some beads


    and it''ll elevate it to the next level. What pattern would you like?"


    What did he mean by "I had taste"? I had quite a refined taste, thank you very much. I was an art


    student, so I had an understanding and cognition of colors that went beyond ordinary people.


    I chose a rtivelymon button pattern. It was simple and elegant, with good symbolism. The key


    point was that the craftsmanship was simple, suitable for a beginner like me.