Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
After he brought a glass over, I reached over the railings and took it to pour him some wine. As he lowered his head, he appeared fixated on something. I had no idea if he was staring at the wine or something else. Noticing a few calluses on his fingers and wet ink on his wrist, I suddenly found this guy somewhat cute.
His eyebrows relaxed after tasting the wine.
I asked, “It tastes good, right?”
He answered, “It’s very good.”
With a hint of joy, I said, “This is my mother’s brew, an exclusive and unique brew.”
A gentle look appeared on his face as he said, “No wonder, cheers.”
I felt like he was a pleasant guy to be around.
I refilled our cups—both halfway to the top—after he gulped down his first cup. Clouds quickly gathered around the sun to cover it, providing us with shade. We leaned on the railing and slowly enjoyed the wine as a breeze blew over us.
He asked, “Did you come with friends?”
I answered, “No, I came alone.”
He looked shocked, probably because he rarely came across girls that traveled alone.
After finishing his glass of wine in one go, he gazed at the sea while rubbing the wine glass with his finger before asking, “Since you came alone and need to have dinner afterward, would you mind if… we sat together? We can talk more at dinner.”
Even though I had only spent half an hour with him, my heart gently and briefly pound against my chest when he asked me that.
It was not that I had not been hit on before; it was just that those previous guys were average.
Looking at the waters as well, I replied, “Sure.”
He smiled. I have to say, the way he looked down and smiled was very moving. A bright and clean smile that seemed like wind blowing through a bamboo forest. To my surprise, my face felt warm so I had no choice but to turn my head away. Pretending to look at some scenery, pretending to be a mature and calm woman when faced with this kind of situation.
Yet, I saw a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. This made me think that he did not hit on women often. That was what my instincts told me.
“Shall we mee
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