A Beautiful Misunderstanding

'No! Is it possible he really wanted to sleep with me?' she wondered.

Seeing the sorrowful look on her face, he was both angry and amused. Just when he was about to tease her again, she spoke, stopping him, "Tonight, I'm going to make a plan for our mock date. If you disturb me, I might end up screwing it up. Later don't blame me!"

She was glad to use this date as an excuse.

Realizing she still remembered the date, an unnoticeable smile crept on Zac's handsome face. "Okay, I'll give you one night. If you can't satisfy me, you have to do it again."

"Challenge accepted," said Essie, before she slammed the door shut.

Leaning against the door, she sighed with relief. 'That was a narrow escape,' she muttered under her breath.

But of course, she couldn't take a rest. She had a date to plan! Zac wouldn't let her go so easily.

Next day, at dusk, she invited Zac to the rooftop garden.

His eyes ran through the pot and dishes on the stone table. "You've had a lot of time to plan. And yet, you have only managed to do this?"

"There are moonlight, stars and lights above our head. And look around, you will notice fragrant flowers and beautiful scenery. If this isn't romantic, what is? A very economical date." As she spoke, she smiled.

Her words lacked sincerity.

arms, making no

on and explained, "There are two kinds of date in this world. One is extravagant and the other is simple. You probably expected the first one which

smile came out of the corners of his mouth, like a drop of ink that had been dripped into the water. It was a beautiful and poetic scene, spreading from his eyes and reaching the

date is and so are you," he

and its beauty paled when compared to hers. To be honest, a lot

bottles of ice beer

for the second dummy

heard in the air, like the resonance between two hearts. He realized that as long as

One was spicy, and the other

spicy soup tastes the best. Would you

but there is one condition," Zac said with a

Condition!

instinct told her his request would be a

her throat. After swallowing it,

chopsticks, leaned against the back of his chair