Leah: Oops. Why did Colin Darling suddenly ask me this?
Could it be...
He was also planning to buy her flowers?
Although she couldn't imagine Colin, with his cool demeanor, doing something so romantic, she still secretly hoped.
But then, Colin nodded. "Okay."
Then he looked at her. "What do you want to eat?"
Leah: ... D*mn. I guess I got my hopes up for nothing!
"Steak," Leah said.
For a rare date, they needed to find a restaurant with a great atmosphere.
Colin nodded, taking her to a high-end restaurant in the mall.
On the exquisite marble table, they were served with red wine steak and a pre-dinner dessert.
Warm-toned lights from above, accompanied by the melodic sound of a nearby violin, created a romantic atmosphere.
Leah picked up the red wine next to her, ready to take a sip, but Colin stopped her.
"You should drink this."
He handed over the juice on his side.
<Leah, like an experienced old rogue, reached out, pinched his handsome face, and then pouted, leaning in for another kiss. Just as she was about to succeed, Colin reached out, pressed her face, and ruthlessly pushed her away. He grabbed her arm and pulled Leah up from the ground. "Let's go back." Leah seemed a bit disappointed. But soon, she walked in quick steps, following behind Colin. Casually extending her own little hand, she hooked his fingers. Hey. Shy or not. Hands still need to be held. Maybe kissing in public really made Colin feel shy. On the way back, he didn't speak much. Leah didn't mind. She leaned on his shoulder, her small hand resting in his palm. Sometimes scratching his palm, sometimes touching his knuckles. Colin remained silent. Occasionally evading slightly, he whispered, "Someone's there." Watching the driver concentrating on
Tony tied his long hair behind his head and replied leisurely. Then he walked into the kitchen, and Andrew followed. As soon as they entered, a scent of simmering soup greeted them. Andrew furrowed his brow slightly, "What's that smell?" "Duck soup." "I don't really like it." "I know," Tony looked at him, "but I do." After saying that, he glanced at Andrew, opened the lid, and added some salt. Watching the thin mist rise, Tony's thoughts drifted, as if he had returned to ten years ago. ... Ten years ago At that time, Tony was willing to do anything to make Andrew happy. Including cooking. Knowing about Andrew's sensitive stomach, Tony bought a clay pot and nestled in his cramped room. He slow-cooked duck soup for hours and prepared some signature dishes, eagerly heading over to Andrew's place. He called, only to hear Andrew's groggy voice on the other end. "I went
"Open your mouth." Andrew held a cherry, placing it on Tony's lips. Tony opened his mouth and took a bite. Then he withdrew his hand, gazing at the elegant and handsome man in front of him, his eyes deepening. "Did you do it on purpose?" "Sorry, I was just so happy today that I got a bit carried away." Andrew, in high spirits, reached out and rubbed his lips, "Tonight, just rest. I'll make dinner." "You? Cook?" Tony frowned, "You've never been in the kitchen; can what you cook be edible?" "Just because I've never been in the kitchen, you think I can't cook?" Andrew gave a faint smile, "Tony, you're so naive." Andrew 's mother died early. A long time ago, in order to cheer up Diana, he had tried various ways to cook delicious meals for her. Later, he unexpectedly discovered that Ben had an astonishing talent for cooking, so he stepped back. Tony: ... Infuriated, Tony picked
Leah also sensed the strange middle-aged man next to her, continuously staring at her with a somewhat greasy gaze. Unfazed, she calmly took a seat and began playing the piano. Soon, the room filled with the melodious tune. Wood, being knowledgeable about the piano, immediately realized that this girl's skill level was absolutely top-notch! As the piece concluded, Wood could hardly contain his excitement. Incredible! Absolutely incredible! What stroke of luck had he encountered today, stumbling upon two outstanding talents! He stood up. "Miss Phillips! My last name is Wood, and I have a—" "I decline." Leah calmly interrupted. Wood: ???What? He hadn't even said anything yet! Still recovering from Diana's earlier blow, Wood was now dealt another heavy blow. Wood covered his chest, feeling like his heart had shattered into pieces. "But, I haven't finished speaking yet.
Seeing Jenny's expectant eyes, Diana couldn't refuse. Checking the time, it was still early. Since Jenny wanted to go, she agreed to accompany her. She bid farewell to Leah and followed Jenny, getting into the car. "How's Frank been lately? Haven't heard from him." In the back seat, Diana asked. "Frank's esports club participated in a competition in Europe recently. It just ended yesterday. He took a flight last night and should have arrived in Cloud City early this morning. Right now, Frank should be catching up on sleep." Jenny explained slowly. Then, she frowned, somewhat annoyed, "That Winry is really not suitable for Frank. She's definitely not as innocent as she seems. I'm sure I've seen her somewhere... but can't remember." "Don't rush, take your time. Maybe today you'll remember?" Diana squinted her eyes and said lightly. After almost an hour of driving, they finally arrived at Frank's studio. Di
Diana said slowly, "After I finish watching with Jenny, I'll come find you." John: "Hmm, okay." After bidding farewell, Diana reached out and hung up the phone. Leaning on a small cane, she headed towards the styling room. Just as she reached the door, she suddenly heard a commotion. Mixed in with Jenny's shouts. Diana furrowed her brows and quickened her pace. "Ah!! Let go, let go!" At this moment, Jenny was pressed to the ground, feeling the foot on the back of her hand getting heavier and more painful, almost making her cry. "Haha, feeling the pain now? You were quite arrogant when you were being foolish!" Winry, who originally appeared delicate, had a wild expression. "If it hurts, just beg me to stop, promise to stay out of my sight, and don't mess with my affairs again, got it?" Winry gritted her teeth, pressing Jenny's hand back with her foot. Jenny screamed in pain but refused to let go.
Frustrated, Winry took out her phone but Diana grabbed her wrist. "Is it this hand?" Diana squeezed Winry's left wrist like a vise. Winry winced, and her phone fell, scattering on the ground. "Let go!" Winry tried to pull away but couldn't. Annoyed, she raised her right hand, aiming to slap Diana's face. "I told you to let go!" But the slap never landed. Diana caught her right wrist, displaying a contemplative expression. "Hmm... Looks like it's this hand." With those words, Winry felt a sharp pain in her right wrist. "Ah! What are you doing?! Let go, release me!" Feeling an astonishing force on her wrist, Winry widened her eyes, her terrified expression contorting. A cracking sound. "Ah!" As the sound of bones breaking reached her ears, Winry screamed in agony. Her fair face turned deathly pale. Buckling at the knees, she was nearly begging for mercy.
"Frank." Winry leaned against him, sobbing slightly, "I don't want to argue with her anymore. I'm seriously injured. Take me to the hospital, let's go." As she spoke, she reached for Frank's hand. But he evaded it. Winry paused, then stared at him with stiffness. "Frank, what do you mean?" Frank spoke in a deep voice, "Enough... Winry, seriously, enough. Stop this act. I've seen enough!" He turned away, looking at Winry beside him with an expression of disbelief, then pushed her away. "Frank..." This sudden turn of events left Winry frozen in place. Jenny was equally stunned. Wait, what? Was she dreaming? Did Frank just... choose to believe her instead of Winry?! Diana, leaning on her small cane, had a faint smile in her eyes. Hmm, this is getting interesting. "Frank, what are you... saying?" Winry forced a strained smile, "Do you actually believe Jenny's nonsense instead