One sentence—"You're really hard to kill"—left us in an awkward silence for nearly a minute.
The beautiful woman across from me had yet to wipe that stiff smile off her face before my highly creative "greeting" choked her up. Her expression immediately became spectacular, the forced smile blending with rage. Even the world's most talented face-changing master probably couldn't replicate that exact look.
"Sorry!"
"Sorry!"
We spoke in unison, then both froze where we stood.
I didn't know why the beautiful woman across from me had frozen, but I was genuinely shocked. I'd thought she had come to settle a score with me—and judging by her expression, that really had seemed to be the case—but I never expected the first thing out of her mouth to be an apology. Though, admittedly, there wasn't much sincerity in her tone.
"Uh... it's fine. No, wait, why are you apologizing?"
The beautiful woman bowed deeply and said through clenched teeth, "I came to apologize for attacking you a few days ago!"
"Ah... oh." I was having a little trouble processing this. It was like two people preparing for a duel to the death. I had hidden weapons, traps, and even a will all prepared; the other side had come charging in aggressively, only to say the moment we met, "Let's settle this with rock-paper-scissors." My mind instantly went blank.
After another few seconds of stunned silence, Qian Qian's voice came from the Living Room. "A Jun, who is it? Why aren't you letting her in?"
I finally came back to my senses and said awkwardly, "Miss, have you eaten? We're having dinner. Want to join us?"
I felt that was the most creative sentence I'd said in my entire life—especially when facing someone who had nearly killed me.
A few minutes later, the