Back at the hotel, Alexander looked at my messy room, his brow twitching.
He stared for a while before he could accept the fact that I had hung seven or eight pairs of little underwear on the air conditioning.
The colorful little garments were hanging under the air conditioner, swaying like flags with every breeze.
I blushed and explained softly, "I couldn't not wash them. It's so cold outside, and they won't dry if I wash them, so I had to hang them here."
He teasingly looked at me.
"No problem, no problem. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were welcoming guests with flags."
Where are the guests? This guy is teasing me again!
I angrily retreated into the bathroom, planning to take a shower to calm down.
Afterward, I came out with my hair in a bun, and Alexander had already placed the food on the table.
He tossed a bottle of mineral water into the kettle to heat up for a while.
When it was warm, he took it out.
He then went to take a shower while I started a movie on the projector.
The soft lighting illuminated the room.
The movie's opening credits were rolling.
On the table were all my favorite foods.
It really felt like home.
I couldn't deny that I was quite fond of this warmth.
Before long, he came out in his pajamas and sat down beside me.
As the movie started, he put on gloves and began peeling the shrimp for me.
Like most girls, I was curious about the question, "When did you start liking me?"
Alexander's answer, as usual, was amusing.
He calmly placed the shrimp into my mouth, his voice soft: "Probably during the time your ex tried to reconcile with you."
He was referring to when he was tutoring my brother.
"Late at night, a certain lady drove straight to the barbecue stall."
"When she came back, her left hand was holding two boxes of wings, and her right hand was holding a burger. Drunk, sitting in front of the house."
At that time, he was staying at my house.
"You saw me, grabbed my pants, and asked, 'Why are shrimp so troublesome? Peeling them hurts my hands!'"
"I asked, 'Then why did you bring so many?'"
"This lady, foolishly, put the shrimp in her mouth, chewed it, and proudly said: 'I have a brilliant solution, but it's a bit hard on the mouth.'"
A picture suddenly flashed in my mind.
Help!
I think I'm going to die of embarrassment!
I remember I clumsily peeled a shrimp for him and asked, "Do you want some?"
But I was unceremoniously pushed away.
After being rejected, I cried and complained: "Wuwuwu, another jerk."
"At home, I had a fish face, and outside, I glared with fish eyes."
"Wuwuwu, how can I live like this!"
"......"
I pouted and looked at the man before me: "Alexander, with such a warm and romantic moment, don't bring up my embarrassing stories."
"You really have no sense of romance."
He leaned in and kissed my cheek: "Isabella, what I meant to say is, I started liking you then."
So early?
Isabella, I'm really something.
After a while, when we had eaten and drunk enough, I went to rinse my mouth.
I was about to go back to curl up in his arms and watch the movie.
Just as I stepped out of the door, Alexander swept me off my feet.
"Isabella, it's getting late."
He softly murmured, "You need to get some rest... or maybe I'll make sure you do."
The movie was playing the scene where the main couple reunites.
I suddenly had a fearful thought: if there weren't so many reunion and reconciliation stories in this world, the person waiting would drown in endless longing.
Then, the hopes would turn to ashes, and they would live a brief life, getting married and having children, but the love would never really be fulfilled.
Just thinking about it made me feel uncomfortable.
I tightly hugged Alexander's waist.
Luckily, in this world, Cupid is a soft-hearted matchmaker.
He ties the string of fate tightly around our wrists.
After all these years of twists and turns,
We had found our way back to each other.
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