The Female Leads Truly Loves You Chapter 185: Camping

*Ding-dong~*

*Ding-dong~~*

When Sophie opened the door with a look of impatience, it was no surprise to see Sam standing there with that annoying grin, appearing on her doorstep on this beautiful, relaxed weekend.

"Hello, Sophie."

"Not good at all, goodbye!"

Even though Sophie had a hunch it would be Sam ringing the doorbell, and she knew why he would co by at this ti, she couldn’t help but feel compelled to open the door. She couldn’t explain this impulse to herself.

Sophie instinctively tried to close the door.

But Sam quickly reached out, firmly holding the door open, making it impossible for her to shut it at that mont.

"Let go!"

Sophie felt a surge of displeasure. How could soone be like this? Didn’t he know it was rude to ignore soone’s wishes, to not even let her close her own door? Wasn’t this a serious violation of personal freedom?

Seeing Sophie’s body, which had clearly recovered from her recent illness, Sam said with a smile.

"Why do you try to close the door as soon as you see ? Am I a ghost?"

Sophie’s face turned red, and she pretended to be angry as she retorted.

"You’re an annoying ghost, a troubleso ghost."

"Ah, it seems that’s just how won are. A few days ago when you were sick, you didn’t talk like this. Now that you’re better, you start calling annoying and troubleso."

Watching Sam put on a pitiful act, Sophie knew he was just pretending, putting on a performance.

But she couldn’t help feeling a bit guilty, as if she really shouldn’t be treating Sam this way.

"Stop with the act, what do you want? You look like you’re up to no good."

The girl let go of the door, allowing Sam to step into the room.

Sophie’s at-ho style was undeniably cute, featuring a pink T-shirt adorned with a little bear logo. The shirt had a unique design, with one side slightly drooping to reveal a bare shoulder.

Her lower half was clad in what resembled workout hot pants. On soone else, this ensemble might have seed a bit alternative, but on Sophie, it was the perfect embodint of style.

Her dense, long hair cascaded over one smooth shoulder, highlighting her pretty shoulder hollow and delicate collarbones, each feature accentuating her youthful beauty, making her truly one-of-a-kind.

Especially those long, slender legs that always caught Sam’s attention; no matter what pants she wore, they never seed to add any bulk or imperfection to her legs, which were refined and smooth.

For the human senses, the straightness of the legs is of utmost importance.

Sophie was like a masterpiece from the heavens, perfectly avoiding any areas that might not seem as appealing to the eye, achieving a blend of proportion, color, and temperant that was nothing short of perfect.

"What do you an I’m up to no good? I ca especially to check on you. You’ve recovered, haven’t you?" Sam inquired.

Sophie gave Sam a sidelong glance.

It sounded like concern, but she knew that this concern was just a prelude to so ulterior motive. She was all too familiar with Sam’s tactics.

"Thanks to you, I’m better," she replied dryly.

"You acknowledge it’s thanks to ?"

"Yeah, if the soup you made had been poison, I wouldn’t have lived to see this day, would I?"

"Why would you say that? Are you implying sothing?"

What was with this girl?

Hadn’t his attentive care managed to break through her defenses? Why was she still guarding herself against him as if he were a thief?

Sophie huffed lightly.

"Your concern has been noted, and now it’s ti for you to leave. I need to get so sleep."

"On such a beautiful day, you’re going to waste your ti sleeping?" Sam was incredulous.

Sophie retorted.

"If sleeping is considered a waste of ti, then I suggest you never sleep again."

"That’s not what I ant..."

"Then what did you an?"

"I an, with such great weather... don’t you feel like going out for a walk, maybe have so fun? Sumr is too hot, and there are mosquitoes, but now it’s autumn, the air is crisp and clear. If we miss this, winter will co, and it’ll be too cold to want to go out."

Sophie squinted at Sam.

"Do I have to go out? Can’t I just stay at ho regardless of the weather?"

Sam’s eyes widened.

"Of course, it’s so boring to stay at ho and sleep alone! If you don’t mind, how about I join you in sleeping?"

The girl’s temples throbbed, seemingly as her blood pressure began to rise.

"Drop dead, what are you thinking!"

Sophie, infuriated, threw a punch, but lacking any superhuman strength or a regular workout routine, and being relatively frail, her punch lacked force. Sam, accurately predicting her move, reached out and enveloped her weak little fist in his hand.

Sam looked up, a smirk of disdain on his face.

"Caught it, Sophie. Is that all you’ve got?"

Sophie was livid.

Who did he think he was, acting out a movie scene? Could he not strike such an arrogant pose and spout such cringeworthy lines at her own doorstep?

"Let go...!!"

"There’s no ti to waste, youth doesn’t have a price tag, let’s set off now!"

"What are you planning to do, exactly?"

"Camping."

"I’m not going camping, it’s too tiring!"

"With there, how could it possibly tire you out. Co on, co on, don’t bother changing, you look great as you are."

Sam began to drag her towards the door.

Sophie pulled back with all her might.

"At least let change my shoes! How can I go camping in slippers, you idiot!!"

"Oh, alright then, you’ve got five minutes, hurry up."

Although Sophie was only given five minutes, she not only changed her shoes but also her clothes, and even tweaked her hairstyle a bit.

She opted for a refreshing and clean ponytail. She wore a thin hoodie over the top, but her lower half was clad in denim hotpants.

Sam was curious about her getup.

"If you’re cold, wear long pants. If you’re hot, wear short sleeves. What’s the deal with a long-sleeve top and shorts?"

Walking on the path to the camping site, the streets were bathed in golden sunlight, devoid of the scorching heat of sumr, and they were greeted by a refreshing breeze.

Sophie maintained her indifferent deanor.

"It doesn’t an anything, I just like to dress this way."

"I think you just don’t understand fashion."

"Heh, I don’t need to understand fashion. Attractive people make anything they wear fashionable, get it?" Sophie countered.

Sam smiled at her.

"The sickness is gone, and the vanity has returned."

Sophie’s cheeks turned a slight pink, and she retorted with due force.

"I’m not as vain as you. I just have a clear understanding of myself. By the way, where exactly are we going camping?"

Sophie felt a sense of regret.

Such beautiful weather was ant for staying in bed. Sleeping, reading, eating, watching videos, and then sleeping again—that was her idea of a perfect weekend, not like now, being dragged out camping with Sam...

Sam checked the address on his phone and then hailed a taxi.

"Don’t rush, you’ll have plenty of ti to rush later."

"What did you say?"

"Ah, I said you’ll have plenty of ti to enjoy yourself later."

He had to keep from spilling the beans, though he was nearly bursting with laughter.

Watching the scenery whiz by the window, the taxi quickly brought Sam and Sophie to their destination.

The camping site was picturesque, nestled against a mountain and beside a river.

Thanks to the great weather, the large grassy area by the clear river seed to be occupied by many people, so of whom had already started camping. Tents were pitched, and it looked like they were planning to stay overnight, even though it wasn’t even noon yet.

"How can there be so many people... I want to go back."

Sophie, who typically got anxious in crowds, was ready to bail imdiately upon seeing the throng of people, but Sam imdiately grabbed her.

"We’ve co all this way, why go back now? You don’t have to know them."

"You’re so annoying, let go!"

Sophie looked at his grip on her wrist and instinctively struggled.

There was no way Sam was going to let her go back at this point, and just then, a familiar voice reached their ears.

"Sam! Sophie! Over here!!"

A figure eagerly waved at them. Isabella, dressed in a white dress and flip-flops, wearing a large sun hat, appeared in their line of sight.

"Why is she here too?"

Sophie was taken aback, seemingly not expecting this.

Sam looked at her with a strange expression.

"Didn’t I tell you?"

"Of course, you didn’t!"

"Oh~~~ So you thought it was a date just with and that’s why you ca?"

"Absolutely not!! Don’t flatter yourself, it’s definitely not like that!!" Sophie’s face was already turning red.

Isabella reached out and took Sophie’s hand.

It was then that Sam let go, as if passing a baton in a relay, achieving the sa goal—to prevent the girl from leaving on the spot.

Almost like personal bodyguards, Sam and Isabella flanked Sophie on either side as they walked towards the camping spot prepared in advance by Isabella.

It was a tent set up with local facilities, available for rent at the campsite, and clearly, Isabella had planned ahead, otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to secure such a well-positioned area.

"You guys finally made it. I was worried this great spot would go to waste if you didn’t show up."

Looking at Isabella’s smile, Sophie rubbed her slightly sore wrist. "If I’d known it was going to be like this, I wouldn’t have co..."

"Did Sophie think it was going to be a sweet date just with Sam?"

"I’m leaving."

"Co on, it was just a joke~~~"

Isabella wrapped her arm around Sophie intimately, but Sophie, as always, disliked close physical contact with anyone and imdiately wriggled free.

Isabella didn’t get upset, instead, she smiled at Sam.

"How about it, nice place, huh?"

Sam made a show of looking around.

Although he had a secret plan with Isabella, the actual view of the place still took him by surprise...

The golden sunlight shone on the ceaseless flow of the river, creating a shimring effect.

Along both banks of the river, there were nurous tents and a wooden bridge had been set up.

It looked like a pristine rural landscape, just without the farmland, but the air was much fresher. Everywhere, young couples were out on dates.

"It’s great, an ideal spot for camping. How did you find it?"

Isabella puffed out her chest with a hint of pride.

Her already ample bosom seed even more eye-catching in such a posture.

Her figure was unquestionable, and paired with her gentle and intellectual face, it was a striking contrast.

"This place has beco popular recently. You even have to queue to reserve a spot, but luckily your president had the foresight to book it last week~"

Sophie looked at Isabella coolly.

"So you booked it last week, why didn’t you tell us earlier?"

Isabella looked at Sophie as if it were obvious.

"If I told you earlier and you didn’t co, wouldn’t that be a waste?"

Sophie huffed.

"Do whatever you want, I’m going to read."

With that, she pulled out a book from her bag.

Sam couldn’t help but marvel.

Other girls carried makeup, sunscreen spray, and the like in their bags.

But this girl? She had a book in hers? Your adventure continues at .Côm

However, Isabella snatched the book right out of Sophie’s hands, which imdiately displeased her.

"What are you doing?"

Isabella tucked the book into her bag with a smile.

"I’ll give it back to you after we’re done camping. While studying is a good habit, it’s not necessary to read all the ti. On days like this, in a place like this, we should really enjoy our youth, soak up the sunshine and the dew that the world offers us. That’s the ultimate secret of The Ultimate Human Departnt!"

"...You might as well rena it the Fancy Camping Club," Sophie said, not amused.

Sam thought for a mont.

"It should be called the Fancy Mischief Club, because it’s probably not just about camping."

"For once, I think you’ve got a brain, because you’re on the sa page as ."

"Is that supposed to be a complint?"

"I guess so. Having a brain is already an exaggerated standard in my eyes."

"Oh, well, thank you then."

"Don’t ntion it."

Isabella looked left and right, then, with a huff, placed her hands on her hips.

"Are you two putting on a cody show here? Sophie! Co with to buy food, and Sam, go rent a barbecue grill."

Isabella imdiately delegated tasks.

Sam was taken aback.

"Why are we fussing with this stuff?"

"Nonsense, it’s almost noon, aren’t we planning to eat? Hurry up, or there won’t be any grills left. Let’s go!"

Under Isabella’s command, the three of them quickly set off to their respective tasks.

Renting the barbecue grill was a simple process, so Sam managed to secure one quickly.

Seeing that the girls hadn’t returned yet, he set up the grill and prepared the charcoal in advance.

Bored and with nothing else to do, Sam stepped into the tent and saw two large backpacks that Isabella had brought earlier.

He was curious how she managed to bring them all by herself. Could one person really do all that?

He crouched down and unzipped a small opening, and when he saw what was inside, a satisfied smile spread across his face.

At least Isabella hadn’t lied to him; so things were indeed going to happen.

"Alright, is everything ready? Ti to start grilling."

Isabella and Sophie returned to the campsite, bringing with them an array of food items.

There were vegetables, and of course, many different types of at skewers.

Beef, pork belly, chicken, and even quail eggs were among the selection.

"Can you two even finish all this?" Sam asked.

Isabella smiled at Sam.

"Don’t worry about it~ Just grill them. If we can’t finish, we’ll give the leftovers to soone in need."

"I didn’t expect you to be so compassionate... Wait, I’m grilling?"

Sam looked at the two of them.

Isabella answered as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Who else? The smoke is too much, and I don’t want to sll like barbecue all over."

Sam turned to Sophie.

Sophie rolled her eyes. "You’re counting on ?"

Sam shook his head.

"I was just hoping to awaken what little conscience you might have."

"Sorry, I’m fresh out of conscience."

"...You’re really sothing, Sophie."

"Look who’s talking, Sam."

There was no helping it. They wanted to camp, they wanted to eat barbecue, but they didn’t want to lift a finger. That’s probably the mindset of most people.

But Sam didn’t feel too put out.

He rolled up his sleeves and picked up the ingredients.

Perfect, it was ti to test out the new skill he’d acquired today.

Do you even know what it ans to be a Kuhang cooking god?