Chapter 86

Zhou Xiaoli was indeed no ordinary girl. Upon seeing the two colorful movie tickets, her first reaction was to grab the flowers and complain, "A 3D movie in a luxury screening room? A ticket costs 120 yuan? Why didn't you let me buy them on a group-buying website? The same ticket can be bought online for 80 yuan, and the same movie in a different cinema and hall only costs 15 yuan! Isn't it just the same movie?"

Bak couldn't help but react. He swerved to the side, stopped the motorcycle, and put down the kickstand before taking off his helmet and turning to face her, "Classmate Zhou Xiaoli! I practiced drawing all day, and the first person I drew was you. I bought a flower to pick you up after work and invited you to watch a movie. For most girls, their first reaction would be, 'Wow, how romantic!' What about you?"

In fact, Zhou Xiaoli had a smile on her face, a smile that couldn't be suppressed, a smile that made her more beautiful than the flowers. But she was really trying to hold back. She hesitantly unfolded the item in her hand, "The drawing... isn't really pretty, and the flower isn't a rose. These movie tickets make me feel like I'm being taken for a ride!" Seeing Bak's expression change, she quickly added, "The most important thing is that I suddenly realized you are a very romantic man! This is completely different from what I imagined. Such a man is dangerous... and your romantic gestures are so well-practiced, I can't help but think a lot!"

That's right.

The black girl hit the nail on the head.

Bak was indeed a very romantic man.

Perhaps it was partly due to his nature, but it was definitely cultivated in Europe, where even a plate of roasted meat would be creatively garnished with carrot flowers and yellow peaches, and a roasted fish would be decorated with green herbs and white fish meat. Not to mention his skill in making tiramisu to sweeten a girl's mouth and heart.

This was purely a result of the romantic culture and habits of the land where he grew up.

Even if he was poor and resources were scarce, life could be tough, but his husband would always try to buy wedding gifts, occasionally send a flower, or even pick a couple from the roadside to show affection, telling his wife, who had a figure like a barrel after giving birth, that she was beautiful.

From the French coast to the Balkan Peninsula and the Black Sea, the people of Europe have always been this way.

Bak once felt at home in such an environment.

When he decided to be good to a girl, this overwhelming affection or romance really made Zhou Xiaoli feel like she was drowning!

Bak blinked a couple of times, scratched the back of his head, and turned to put his helmet back on, looking a bit dejected, "Do you still want to go to the movies?"

Zhou Xiaoli was genuinely simple, "Let's go home. If we can return the tickets, that would be great." After saying this, she seemed to fear that Bak would be discouraged, so she hugged his waist. Even through the backpack, she could feel the girl naturally leaning on him, "We have plenty of time. Go slowly. Don't make me feel too surprised or too happy, or I'll be afraid of losing it. Don't be angry, okay?" Her tone was unusually soft and pleading.

Bak wasn't really angry, and he deliberately laughed louder, "Okay, let's try to sell the two movie tickets at the cinema." He had bought them on his way back from dropping off Fang Lingying, and there were still many people queuing.

Zhou Xiaoli just leaned on his backpack and didn't say anything. So, motorcycles really are a great way to bring people closer.

She was also worried that Bak would feel embarrassed about returning or selling the tickets. As soon as they stopped, she took off her helmet and reached out, "I'll go return them!" The cinema on the seventh floor also had a ticket window on the first floor of the mall, and there were still many couples queuing.

Bak parked the motorcycle, "Let's go together, and we can take a walk." Zhou Xiaoli's hair was still a bit messy, and she had originally planned to rush over and complete the task quickly. Now she smiled and combed her hair, helping Bak take off his helmet and holding it in her hand, as if she were holding two balloons.

Bak also helped her put her briefcase into his backpack, but when he tried to take the flowers or the helmet, the black girl just smiled and shook her head.

So, the big guy walked with a backpack and empty hands.

Zhou Xiaoli suddenly looked down at the helmet in her hand, then at the increasingly dark man in the night, and the red gladiolus that didn't look like a rose. She quickened her pace, her steps much shorter than Bak's, making her seem a bit rushed.

Selling the tickets wasn't hard. Bak, who was so skilled at selling roasted meat, casually approached a well-off couple who didn't seem picky, "My girlfriend and I just bought these tickets, but we have to go back. We'll sell them at face value. Do you want them? We can go up with you to verify their authenticity."

Zhou Xiaoli, who was petite, stood beside him holding two helmets. Her white-collar suit made her look much more mature compared to Bak's blue shirt, which helped bridge the age gap, making them look like a married couple.

The couple didn't hesitate, "Sure!" They handed over the money, "Who would forge something worth a couple of hundred yuan? Thanks!"

Bak turned to the girl and shrugged, "Since we're here, let's take a walk. We don't have to buy anything, just look around."

It was the peak time for the commercial district, with bright lights and bustling crowds. Zhou Xiaoli held the helmets in both hands, looking at the tips of her high heels, her voice not very loud, "Am I being too stingy?" There was no trace of the confident and sharp manager, only a bit of anxiety and uncertainty.

Bak reached for the helmet, but she dodged, so he simply put his arm around her shoulders and walked down the noisy street, "I didn't consider your feelings well. I'll adjust..." Such a girl was truly worth cherishing. What was there to complain about?

The girl looked up, her face pouting, "See, you're so smooth! That's what makes me the most nervous!" She even used the gladiolus to hit Bak's hand on her shoulder.

The skilled man felt a bit guilty as he retracted his hand, "So... what should I do? Have you never had a boyfriend before?"

Zhou Xiaoli kept up with his pace, "Let's go with the flow. I don't know what to do either. Can I have this peaceful chance to fall in love? I'm always busy surviving, and meeting you made me suddenly feel relieved. But I'm afraid that if I relax too much and don't catch up, I'll never be able to tighten up again!"

Bak had to recall his shy and awkward days when he was studying in the country, "Do you want... roasted chestnuts? Cotton candy? Or ice cream? This doesn't count as spending money recklessly, right?"

Zhou Xiaoli tried to calm her actually excited emotions, trying to act natural, swinging the helmets in both hands to appear more carefree, "Sure, anything... let's go for cotton candy. I can give it to my sister when we get back."

Bak pretended to be a novice and chuckled.

The black girl tried to take the initiative, as she was used to being proactive, "How was your class today?"

Bak even made himself sound a bit awkward or clumsy, "I really like it, but I can't explain why. Maybe it's because I grew up near the art academy. Do I have a talent for it?"

Zhou Xiaoli couldn't help but look at his tall, clean-cut shirt and jeans, "Yeah... you don't have the smell of a car washer at all anymore."

An extraordinary person will always shine, and the girl really wished her judgment had been a bit off.

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