"Cola, popcorn... hmm, an egg waffle too. I'm a little hungry."
Chu Ge stood on one leg as he leaned against the cinema counter to buy snacks, while Qiu Wuji waited beside him with a sour expression.
Only because the things he bought tended to taste pretty good.
Why are you putting on that one-legged act? With your Golden Bell Shield at this level, there's no way it hurts that much. Hmph.
Chu Ge's pain was in his heart. He was practically in tears... After leaving the haunted house and reflecting on himself, he had almost slapped himself ten times.
I started out writing harem novels, for crying out loud. The male leads I wrote were so smooth! Why did I turn into such an idiot when it was my turn? Boohoo...
If he were writing this scene, how should the male lead act?
He should look down into her eyes with deep affection and say gently, "Whether the danger is real or not, I'll always stand in front of you."
Or the domineering CEO template would work too: "This is a man's business."
That could have been a gaze worthy of its own background music, and he had let it slip away.
So stop studying novels as dating manuals. The writers only know how to write it, too. Put them on the spot, and they're just as clueless. What damn use is realizing it afterward? Boohoo.
A chubby penguin shed tears.
Chu Ge squeezed out of the crowd and found Qiu Wuji, eagerly offering her the snacks. "Hungry? Want something to eat?"
His fawning manner left Qiu Wuji both annoyed and amused. Really, it was a good thing he wasn't an old hand with women. Did she actually want him to be as smooth as the male leads he