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.

crossed his arms, making no secret of

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

was a mist in Zac's eyes. His smile came out of the corners of his mouth, like a drop of ink that had been dripped into the

date is and so are you," he agreed and sat down on the

was so beautiful that her thick eyelashes were fluttering like butterfly wings. The moonlight began to shine on her face and its beauty paled when compared to hers. To be honest, a lot

of ice beer

for the

out his hand. A clear sound was heard in the air, like the resonance between two hearts. He realized that as long as Essie was in front of him,

spicy, and the other one was of seafood flavor which Zac

big eyes and said, "Zac, spicy soup tastes

will, but there is one condition," Zac said with a

Condition!

instinct told her his request would be a

throat. After swallowing

down his chopsticks, leaned against