Confession

As Marion observed Jean's features, she actually started imagining various dirty things she wanted to do with him and all the pleasant things that they could go through together.

Jean nodded. "Thank you for letting me win the squinting contest just now. Even though you can be very aggressive and stubborn, you're still quite nice. You let me keep my ego as a man by allowing me to win."

He then giggled and patted Marion's head.

"Ish ..." She could only cover her face. She couldn't stand seeing Jean pretending not to understand that she lost because she was fascinated by his handsome face.

"Do you want more Black Russian or do you want me to get you another drink?" Jean asked, raising his hand to call the waiter.

"What did you get for yourself?" Marion asked.

"Just Pina Coladas, I'm in the mood for a simple one," he answered.

"Oh, I want one too. I like Pina Colada, especially when I'm on the beach." Marion suddenly pressed her lips.