Love Began with the First Meeting

Almost everyone wants to be happy, but very few of them actually know how to find happiness. Those who live simply tend to be happy but their number is relatively short. On the other hand, people with complicated lives end up suffering and their number is, unfortunately, higher.

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Drifting into a light sleep and dream, Molly slowly rolled over into a more natural sleeping position, and the quilt slid down from over her body. Brian was standing by the door, and was looking at her chest which was moving up and down with her light breaths. Her bosom was tempting.

He gazed at her for a while. The calmness on his face seemed to have vanished when she had mumbled someone else's name in her sleep. In fact, he seemed slightly angry.

"BANG!" Brian walked out and shut the door hard. The sudden noise awakened Molly who sat up straight abruptly and shouted,"Daniel! Are those the debt collectors?"

It took her a few seconds to realize she wasn't at home, and she got completely awake.

Swallowing, she petted her chest lightly. With her heart still pounding, she tried to catch her breath and get some sleep. Just then, the door opened.

"Who's that?" Molly held onto the quilt, looking at the door. Brian was standing there in his night-robe. "Why are you here?" she asked.

with a

felt the coldness in his voice, and it seemed he wasn't happy about her query. Molly could feel his piercing eyes in the strained

reply. Brian was right. Her question had been

was his house. Who else would be here?

her slightly nervous to think that Brian was in her room. Swallowing, she asked in a panic,"I meant, it's late. Why are you still here?

look, Brian's heart

didn't know why. Maybe it was because of her rich expression which had reminded him of Shirley, Wing, and even Becky, and he had wanted to stay with her a little while longer. Something about her was in common with them and that made him feel at ease. Or maybe it

help walking back, but had found out that she was muttering someone else's name in her sleep. This had made

again, without any further thoughts. He merely wanted to see why she had shouted but her stupid question had irritated him at once.

or a pawn to piss Becky off, but it did not mean that she could think of other men

strode towards the bed, staring at Molly tightly, holding her quilt. She was trying to move backwards. He stared at her and coldly replied,"Did you

her mouth twitched slightly. "I...I saw that you had left. So I