"Alright, I admit my acting skills are pretty bad, you have a point, but..." Qiao Anlu looked at him pitifully, "Aren’t you my boyfriend? Shouldn’t you be tolerant of me, love and protect me? Besides, I’m not really stupid, I..."
She hadn’t finished speaking when Ning Zesheng lowered his head and kissed her lips, "Okay, okay, you’re not stupid. Even if you were, I’d still like you."
He reached out and ruffled Qiao Anlu’s hair, "You never dared to make eye contact when you talked to me before, but now look at you."
"That’s different. You used to bully me all the time!" Mentioning the past, Qiao Anlu couldn’t help but get a bit annoyed, "You used to bully me, and now so easily I’ve become your girlfriend. I’ve lost out, I’ve lost out!"
"Shall I make it up to you?"
"Hmm?"
Just as Qiao Anlu looked up, Ning Zesheng couldn’t help but kiss her again. He casually tossed the flowers she was holding aside, wrapped his arms tightly around her, "How about that? If that’s no good, let’s try this..."
He kissed her forehead, then her eyes, nose, mouth, and chin one after another. Qiao Anlu felt ticklish from his kisses and squirmed away, so Ning Zesheng simply picked her up and placed her on the table nearby, which was set with candles and plates, clearly prepared for a romantic candlelit dinner.
He gently sat her down on it, then placed his hands on either side of her, tilting his head to kiss her again and again, "Is this enough?"
"Enough, enough!" Qiao Anlu cupped his face with her hands, stopping his next move, instinctively leaning back. Worried she might fall, Ning Zesheng steadied her by holding her waist.
Qiao Anlu looked at the ceiling, suppressing a giggle, finally glancing down shyly and asking, "Why do you always want to keep kissing me the moment you see me?"
"Because I like you. Seeing you makes me happy, makes me want to kiss you." Ning Zesheng said as he pulled her closer, his other hand holding her neck, leaning down to kiss her again.
This kiss was tender and prolonged until his restless hands started to misbehave in front of her. Qiao Anlu pushed him away, "I can barely breathe!"
Ning Zesheng pulled her back into his arms, feeling her body rise and fall in front of him, "You’ve been avoiding me for days, you owe me."
Qiao Anlu felt tightly embraced, almost out of breath, yet blissfully happy. She coughed lightly and couldn’t resist asking, "Ning... I used to think you were so quiet and traditional, how did you suddenly become so romantic? I’m not quite used to it."
"Do you like it?" Ning Zesheng asked.
Qiao Anlu nodded fervently, "I love it!"
"Are you still angry?"
Qiao Anlu shook her head vigorously, "Not angry anymore!"
"Do you still feel like you’re losing out?"
"Not losing out!"
"Great!" Ning Zesheng let go of her, speaking seriously, "The tools and materials are ready in the kitchen, but I can’t cook steaks."
"What?"
"Go ahead!" Ning Zesheng lifted her off the table, patting her shoulder and nudging her downstairs.
Qiao Anlu clenched her fists tightly, almost wanting to turn around and fight him. Indeed, you can’t trust this man too much.
"What kind of candlelit dinner is that?! If you can’t cook, then go to a restaurant. Why ruin things for me? Don’t you know I’ve been working all day without proper rest? I must have a fake boyfriend, definitely!"
Qiao Anlu mumbled as she went downstairs, while Ning Zesheng leaned against the table, a satisfied smile on his face.