Cervini listened to his words, giggling. Women are naturally fond of sweet talk, but for Cervini, no matter how much Daniel downplayed her, as long as she could hear him say he liked her in the end, she would be satisfied.
Some might say that such a woman is foolish; after all, a man might say one thing but think another. Yes, she didn't know what he was thinking, but she could feel that he truly loved her.
"Alas… Cervini, what virtue do you possess that has bewitched me so? I'm utterly enchanted…" He looked up at the blue sky, a white cloud drifting by, and his heart felt as fresh and pleasant as the blue sky.
"Well… Daniel, how many women have you been with before me?" Cervini asked calmly, still leaning on his shoulder.
But Daniel's heart immediately cried out in despair; was she trying to dig up old accounts?
