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Side Story 1: Paul VS Daryl (1)

You are playing with fire, woman." Paul looked down at Daryl with a fond gaze, his long legs leaning against the wall and one hand in the trousers' pocket. The flicker of flames rendered the contour of his face more handsome, and the flirtatious note in his low voice even more palpable.

Daryl, who was squatting near the bonfire, finally burst out while stirring the fuel, "No calls to be so dramatic when I'm only barbecuing the sweet potatoes."

As the fire was flaring furiously and the fuel of resin was spluttering, the tantalizing aroma of burnt sweet potatoes wafted towards them. There would still be a while before August and Lucia arrived at this countryside villa, and Daryl just had a test with the sweet potatoes at the moment.

Paul intoned such a hilarious line because of the bad examples he had learnt from the romance fictions, which he mistakenly thought Daryl would be fond of. He even had dug into it just like doing an academic study and tried to apply it to every aspect of life, properly or improperly.

Daryl couldn't even stop him from going with such assiduity, and stupidity actually.

"Come over here, or you'll miss out your sweet potato." she only gave him a reproachful look.

Okay." The significance of a man in deep thought immediately gave way to obedience, as Paul squatted beside Daryl just like a golden retriever, meekly watching her using a branch to get the sweet potatoes out of the fire.

Ignorant of how piping-hot the food would be, Paul just stretched out his hand for the sweet potatoes eagerly before Daryl could stop him.

Sure enough, he swiftly took his hand back after a slight pause.

"...Got burnt, huh?" teased Daryl.

Paul said after a second, "I'll have another go now!"

What a glutton that he would pay any price just for the food!

inside was so tender and moist that you just can't have enough of it. As Daryl only prepared one sweet potato for each of them, Paul had to covet hers when he had finished his. Being amused by his pathetic look, she just broke

left," said she, "and we'll

took the half of the sweet potato

he was rubbing his hands

him

on the finger pulps of his index finger and middle

hurts." He finally cried out after taking

this foolish foodie didn't even sense the

they would just flood their chatting group with tons of messages

is expecting a baby.' Daryl must have got that information from the chatting

I expected." observed

an unexpected one."

you couple been considering about the matter of children? You've married

Paul just went with sudden caprices and moods. He would cozy her up one moment, and beg her pardon the next after losing his temper. Daryl could do nothing with such a man. Fortunately, they hadn't

come until Paul was really determined. Before that, she could only fill his heart with as much sense of

meal joyfully before returning to their rooms. A good rest was necessary as they would have to get up early for the strawberry-picking the next

in the countryside and Daryl got herself tucked up in a nice warm bed after taking a

up, Daryl pushed him away. ’Don't you sleep by holding me

the past days,

are weary of

on! You are thinking too much."

Paul sighed sentimentally, "Women!"

sleeping in his arms that night. Paul soon began to kiss her in the cheeks. Daryl patted his hand in a jocosely reproachful

to lift his hand up. "It really hurts? Wait a second. I'll go