Ziana's eyes were like water, filled with anticipation as she looked at Boris. Her charming and delicate appearance made it difficult for Boris to look away.
Boris felt like Ziana was a blooming flower, and he knew that as long as he said yes, she would be his.
It was so tempting!
Boris clenched his hand under the blanket and forced himself to say, "I don't date."
"You're so straightforward." Ziana looked down and pouted. "Aren't you afraid that I will be sad after being rejected?"
"I'm honestly rejecting you out of respect for your feelings," Boris said in a cold voice, "Sorry!"
"I know!" Ziana puffed her cheeks at him. "You don't want to, and I can't force you! Relationships can't be forced, and I never force anyone to do anything. Should I go now?"
"Yes."
"Get some rest."
"You too," Boris paused for a moment and spoke in a soft tone, "Goodnight, Miss Scott."