[Warning: Some sexual content up ahead]
"Because I'm not a nice guy, Qian Meng." He sounded so sincere that it caught her off guard. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. She just stood there speechless as he strolled across the room.
The man had given everything to his name to her and he dared to argue that he was no good? Sometimes, Qian Meng wondered if there were two parts of him raging inside: one that wanted to do good and the other who wanted to push people away completely.
"I am not a nice girl, either," she swore.
"Excellent. We're a match made in heaven, then." He gave her a slow and lazy smile.
The traumatized waitress cleared her throat beside Qian Meng. "Dessert is served. Please ring that bell if you need me." She pointed to a shiny, silver bell on the table before scurrying off.
