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.

replied with a sneer,"Were you expecting someone

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

reply. Brian was right. Her question had been instinctive but now, it seemed

house. Who

in her room. Swallowing, she asked in a panic,"I meant, it's late. Why are you still here?

her panicky look, Brian's heart

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 was because she had been lost in thought at dinner and had ignored him which made him wait for her in her room as she showered to scare her. But when he had looked at her through the frosted glass, he had hesitated and, to his own

not help walking back, but had found

of steps, he had heard her shouting and walked back in again, without any further thoughts. He merely wanted to see why she had

toy of his in A City, or a pawn to piss Becky off, but it did

at Molly tightly, holding her quilt. She was trying to move backwards. He stared at her

a beat. The corner of her mouth twitched slightly. "I...I saw that you