Chapitre 89: A hospital bed, a bathroom, or anywhere really, can become a battlefield

The evening breeze tousled Emily's long hair. Dressed in a sleek black gown, she looked like a sprite of the night, her eyes curving into crescents as she smiled. She was a mix of elegance and mischief.

"I'm serious, you know. Should we start dating?"

Ethan was taken aback, caught off guard by her sudden proposal: "Isn't this a bit sudden? I don't think I have anything about me that you'd like."

"True," Emily said, her hands clasped behind her back, nodding cutely. "You're a bit of a flirt, but you're too timid."

"I can't just ignore that comment," Ethan pouted. As a man, being called timid by a woman felt like the ultimate insult.

He just found Emily a bit too much to handle, which is why he preferred to keep his distance.

"But hanging out with you is really fun, even though your flirting skills are pretty awful," Emily said with a charming laugh.

"A future with you would definitely never be boring."