Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

When they finally left, it felt like ages had passed.

Leo held Anya's hand as they walked away, glancing at the identical dolls. "Why do I feel like they're twins?" he mused.

Anya just smiled, saying nothing.

Leo parked the car by the side of the road and took Anya for a stroll. "Stop sulking with those dolls. There's a toy shop ahead. Let's get some partners for these 'twins." Anya's eyes lit up. "Chad, you're really going to get them partners?"

In the past, a typical boyfriend would never join her in such a childish endeavor. But today, something was different-Chad seemed to have had a revelation.

At the toy shop, Anya wandered around, her love for fluffy toys evident since childhood. It didn't take long for her to pick out two favorites.

When she turned to find Leo, he was holding a big, smoke-grey teddy bear.

At the checkout, Leo added the big grey bear to their purchases. Anya asked, "Chad, why are you buying that?"

Leo grinned. "It's for my partner."

After paying with his phone, Leo stuffed the big grey bear into Anya's arms. "Here you go, partner. Hold it tight." Being called "partner" made Anya's face bloom with a sweet smile.

"Chad, how did you know I like big bears?"

Leo tried to play it cool. "That's a secret."

Come on, tell

listen

Anya eagerly nodded.

your dorm, I noticed the big white

me how?"

"Cute and soft."

arm. "Chad, you actually

Keeping it to yourself won't give the girl a sense of security. And forget those toxic sayings in your bros' group about showing too much love making her leave. Anya won't leave

on the hood; even your

on it... With so many signs, how

teary eyes. "Hey, don't cry! No crying allowed." He silently cursed that Molly hadn't warned him

improvising, used the dolls from a claw machine to dab at Anya's tears. "I don't have tissues, so these

her, yet Anya couldn't understand

need their girlfriend to guide them. Chad and she were just two people growing together. Anya didn't want a boyfriend who had been "pre-trained" by someone else. It was her

some people might love deeply, willing to sacrifice much, but they just don't know how to show it. Even

he might tease her for fun, he was

little detail but rarely spoke about it. When asked, he could accurately recall her preferences. His stereotypical insensitivity, in her eyes, represented responsibility and

car, Anya moved to the back seat, arranging the "twins" dolls and their new partners on the rear

putting them in my car? Weren't

bear now. These four in the back

Why not hang a big bouquet on the front of my car