I wasn't asking to hit a home run tonight, but surely the hand-holding, hugging, and kissing trio should at least be on the table!
But looking at Qianyi, forget kissing—even holding hands was out of the question.
Qianyi, I hate that you're such a blockhead!
Elysia grumbled inwardly. If she'd known, she never would have handed the initiative to this hopelessly unromantic guy.
Since hints weren't working, there was no need for her to keep pretending to be some proper gentleman or maintain her ladylike image.
"Qianyi, when a girl tells you, 'I can give you whatever reward you want,' it means that today, at this very moment, right now, anything you do will be allowed! At a time like this, you should immediately pull me into your arms instead of saying such mood-killing things as 'whatever,' 'anything's fine,' or 'you decide'!!"
Elysia extended a slender finger and poked Qianyi lightly in the chest with a hint of coquettish annoyance, looking as though she hated his failure to meet expectations.
"But you said it was a reward for me. Shouldn't what reward I want be up to me?"
Qianyi countered, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips.
"Ah, well..."
Elysia was instantly rendered speechless.
Thinking about it carefully, that really did seem to be the case.
She was supposed to be giving Qianyi a reward, so how had she somehow ended up wanting to use the chance to reward him to make him fulfill her own wish instead?
Was this what they called putting the cart before the horse?
"No, no!"
Elysia shook her head sharply, as if trying to fling logic out of her mind, then began to argue shamelessly and act spoiled. "Qianyi, you're clearly changing the subject!"
"I think you're the one who'd been