Little Bride

Chapter7

Honestly, this day has been too eventful. I felt like I was walking on thin ice the whole day and didn't have time to think about this matter.

I lowered my gaze and tried to feel it.

Pain? But to be honest, it was more nervousness and fear. And maybe because I was drunk, it didn't hurt as much as others had described. So I couldn't even determine if anything happened between us last night...

But his question was difficult to answer, so I decided to remain silent.

Luckily, he didn't ask any further.

To avoid the awkwardness, I started playing with my phone. While scrolling, I impulsively searched for how to tell if anything happened.

The top-rated answer was, "Use a toothpick, huh!"

"What are you daydreaming about?" I suddenly heard a voice by my ear.

I startled and dropped my phone on the seat.

I looked at him, then at my phone, feeling too nervous to react.

He set his own phone aside and was about to pick up mine.

I saw that my screen was still on the search page and panicked.

"I can do it myself," I quickly reached out to grab my phone before he did. But as I lifted my head, I bumped into something.

Ouch... My face twisted in pain, and when I looked up, I saw that a spot on his chin had turned red.

"Sorry," I apologized hurriedly.

"Tsk..." He lifted his chin, rubbed it with his hand, sighed, and said, "Are you trying to kill me?"

"I didn't mean it," I said sincerely.

He looked at me, put his hand down, and his gaze turned playful. "Is that your catchphrase?"

I was completely lost.

"When you tore my shirt last night, you said the same thing."

Boom! My face instantly turned bright red.

"Um... Do you want me to compensate you?" I was filled with shame.

I couldn't believe I had done something so shameless after getting drunk.

"Want to compensate?"

"Mm."

He paused for a moment, his eyes scanning my face. Then, he burst into laughter.

"Compensate? For tearing my shirt?" He chuckled. "Don't worry about it. It's just a shirt."

I let out a sigh of relief, feeling a bit embarrassed but grateful that he didn't make a big deal out of it.

As the conversation shifted, we started talking about other things. It was a casual and light-hearted conversation, and I found myself enjoying his company. Despite the initial awkwardness, we seemed to have found a comfortable rhythm.

Before I knew it, we had arrived at my destination. I thanked him for the ride and prepared to get out of the car. But as I opened the door, he called out to me.

"Wait."

I turned back, curious about what he wanted to say.

"I had a good time tonight," he said, his voice sincere. "Would you like to do this again sometime?"

I was taken aback, not expecting him to ask for another meeting. But something inside me wanted to see where this could go, so I mustered up the courage to respond.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

A smile spread across his face, and he nodded. "Great. I'll text you then."

I got out of the car, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. As I watched his car drive away, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us.

But for now, I decided to focus on the present and enjoy the journey, wherever it may lead.