Quinlee's POV When we got back to the table, we continued the midnight dinner... Zik and I eat in silence, neither of us wants to talk, why does it seem awkward? question in my mind. "Lee." I heard him call me. "I have one question." he added. "Hmm, what's that?" I asked while drinking juice. "If ever--- I mean just in case you'll gonna look for a man you would love and marry on the future for real, am I not an ideal man for you to be your husband?" I spilled the juice I was drinking because of Zik's question. "What the!?" I heard him react. Of all the questions he can ask, why is it about my ideal? -___- Doesn't he know that my heart is about to Explode right now because of what he's asking? Does he want to know that I like him? and he is my ideal man? tsk. "Um...Of course! You're not my ideal, You know, sometimes I don't like your Attitude, Do you think you're my ideal man? No, no! over my oh! so sexy and gorgeous body! No." I replied. I'm lying know.>||
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