Han Geng: Hottest Chinese Man Alive

Honestly, I don't have much to say in detail about Han Geng. I'm not feeling one-hundred-percent this morning (maybe it's karma from this, maybe not), so I'm going to keep it brief. I know the luscious Hankyung deserves more, but he'll be the main focus at another time, preferably when my knee doesn't feel like it's about to explode in pain.

He has become hotter as the years progress.

There are a lot of reasons why I love this man. For one, he cooks. This is extremely important to me seeing as how, even though I am rather talented in the kitchen, I'm also very cursed in the kitchen. I can make a mean apple pie, but as soon as I open a cabinet a broiler pan will fucking attack my foot, causing it to turn a nasty shade of dead-person-purple. (That did actually happen two months ago). Any man who can and is willing to spare me from potentially and accidentally harming and/or killing myself is a man I treasure dearly.

Also, I L-O-V-E his Chinese/Korean/English. It's freaking amazing. Poor thing gets so confused sometimes, answering in Chinese when he's supposed to talk in Korean, speaking in Korean when he's supposed to answer in English. He tries, and that's the important thing. Han, lovely, I will without a doubt tutor you in English ... right after you save me from myself in the kitchen. Don't worry, I'll put on those yellow rubber gloves and do the dishes. Without complaint.

That's love, you know.

Yours,

TKPA