C317 Undressed me

Within a room. A table. A chair. A mirror. One person.

I was sitting in a chair in front of the table, my elbows on the table, looking at the mirror on the table.

A person's looks were not bad. He didn't dare to say it. I can't say.

Every time I look in the mirror, I think I look good. However, once they went out, others would comment. Nine out of ten people said I wasn't good-looking