The Betrothed Bride

r several seconds, a

... We can have varied tastes; just as we can like a classic, we ca

ysterious creatures transforming into humans," I said with fear

f those kinds of relationshi

onclusion left me speec

I admitted, my face flushed. "Within those ideals, there's pleasure, l

pt naive?" he asked, his t

d my brow

helps us escape

nd that leaves us guys in a bad position because we can't

, finished putting the books on t

ly put in some effort at the beginning when you want to get what you desire from a woman, but then... You don't do anything more, you leave most of the work, most of the burden to them... Wom

it too personally and let out what I thought about m

.. I didn't

but his voice had a warmer tone, making me realize he was being more receptive. "It was

shelf to try to see who he was talking to. I hadn't been able to see him before, but at that moment, I saw a tal

w him like a stalker. I had my limits, and despite t

and I hadn't died of embarrassment in the process. So much so that when I reported

e kids asked you something tough to having that satisf

" I scol

something like an inte

on-classics-so don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking

alking about, but it's a topic I

thout malice but with the intention of bringing up entertaining topics. Honestly? The woman

about werewolves in love came in. You can add them to your

d! You're

ed them in the system for you and left them

ks, K

ew with all the details about what happens

ut them in my bag. Then, I left the library and walked

wasn't the first time that had happened this month; it had occurred several t

was a very c

my favorite above all. I ate it as I got closer to the building and greeted the gi

ho was doing it left when he saw you come in,

my father, but I didn't unders

nything happens, I'll call security," I

first few times I reported an incident, my father did his best to make me look like a c

arned from event organizing, photography, and owning restaurants. I knew everything she had was the result

to lie to mys

corded my interaction with the mysterious man from the library. It had been so much fun that my smile not only

to talk

ed my affectionate nickname. It meant one thing: what

ss him. I had forbidden my mother from bringing up the topic, so the fact that she wa

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