Your boyfriend, Asher, takes you for a walk to the park. He is very happy because now you can accompany him because you are always busy. But the pleasure was short-lived, seeing you just continuing to play on your phone and not paying attention to him. For a moment you were surprised by the cold object on your cheek, it was a bottle of milk and you saw your boyfriend holding it. He brought his face closer to yours.

"Actually, who is your boyfriend? Me or your phone?"

With a pouting and pitiful face like a puppy