A magnificent mansion, half-lit lights, rain shining through the leaves, and a room by candlelight. A woman approaches the man. The atmosphere became very romantic.
The man just silently stared at her gaze with a blushing face. His heart kept beating fast. The woman continued to get close and hugged him. Suddenly because surprised, he pushed her away.
"Sorry, Twaila...What are you...?"
"Cedric...Can't you...do that to me too?"
"What is that?"
Twaila holds his face.
"Same...to her."
The moment she said, something was up. Her face is flushed red. Her unusual attitude. Come at night, with food and drink...wait.
Cedric immediately got up slowly and saw the drink she was carrying. He opened it, smelled the aroma, and drank it. His guess was correct.
"What's the matter...Cedric?"
"Are you drunk?"
"...What the hell? Haha, I'm not drunk you idiot." Twaila hit him while laughing. Cedric could only sigh and feel relieved.
