Chen Ze was a bit out of sorts, not that anything particularly bizarre had happened yesterday, but simply because he had been preoccupied with the question of whether or not Lafra had been awake.
In the morning, Chen Ze had asked, "Lafra, what time did you fall asleep yesterday?"
Lafra responded with a beaming smile that gave Chen Ze a stomachache, and he still had no idea what she meant.
There's no denying it, for most men, trying to guess what their girlfriend is thinking is a truly painful affair.
"What do you want to eat?"
"Anything."
"How about grilled fish? I know a Chongqing grilled fish place..."
"No, I've been getting pimples on my face recently..."
"Then how about a clear broth beef hot pot, it's nourishing."
"Forget it, the weather's too hot, I don't feel like having hot pot."
"So, what do you want to eat?"
"Anything." And usually, this sort of thing ends with the guy internally bleeding.
