Misunderstanding

"I don't know her."

If the man standing before him hadn't been the Apocalypse King, Happy would have blown up. He could only ask, "Then... then why are you introducing her to me?"

"I told you, you two are fated. In a moment, just treat her like a new friend and chat with her confidently."

"O... okay."

Faced with such an unreliable introduction, Happy truly had no strength left to complain. He felt somewhat uneasy.

Being powerful didn't necessarily mean being good at matchmaking.

Ding-dong!

The two arrived at a door on the third floor and rang the bell.

"Who is it?"

The door opened, and a stunning long-haired beauty appeared before them.

Her long brown hair reached her waist and had been tossed to one side, still glistening with moisture. May had clearly just washed her hair and hadn't dried it yet, afraid of getting her clothes wet.

She wore a white T-shirt on top, fully displaying her mature and attractive figure.

Below, she wore short hot pants that exposed a pair of smooth, slender legs. She was barefoot as well, leaning against the doorframe and standing on tiptoe as she looked at Apocalypse and Happy.

Happy fell instantly.

That beauty, that figure, that scene—it was like the woman of his dreams had appeared right in front of him.

He simply couldn't take his eyes off May.

"H... hello, I... w-we... we're..."

The more anxious Happy became, the less he could speak.

Before meeting May, Happy had always considered himself a social expert.

At bars, whether he was bragging with drinking buddies or flirting with girls, he could always talk a good game.

He hadn't expected May's beauty to strike straight at the heart of his greasy middle-aged soul. On top of knowing nothing about her, he was so