"Why are you bringing up your sister coming tomorrow?"
Sophie had finished her al and was now sipping the lamb soup Sam had specially prepared today. The soup was indeed delicious, with no gay taste, just a rich, warm flavor that even the picky Sophie couldn't refuse.
Sam smiled. "It's nothing, just making conversation. Co to think of it, you haven't t her yet, have you?"
Sophie paused. "I indeed haven't... but why should I et your sister... Isn't that kind of weird?"
It felt like eting the parents, what was this jerk thinking...
Sophie's cheeks inexplicably heated up, surely because the lamb soup was too hot.
Sam seed casual as he said, "I've already t Sophia, so it's only polite to reciprocate, right? You're not so hideous creature afraid of eting people, are you?"
So that was it... Sophie seed to breathe a sigh of relief.
But why did she feel a bit hollow?
Like the emptiness that lingers after a satisfying breeze has passed over one's face.
"You never say anything nice, you're the hideous creature."
Sophie huffed lightly, sipping the soup Sam had painstakingly made. Her words ca out soft and lacked any bite.
Instead, they sounded rather enjoyable. What was going on?
Watching the beautiful young woman in front of him, who had grown healthier and more vibrant under his daily care, Sam felt a sense of accomplishnt.
Sophie had always been pretty, but it was a beauty that carried a hint of 'sub-health,' a sense of frailty. Her pale skin had a sickly pallor, suggesting malnutrition, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.
But now, Sophie was radiant and rosy-cheeked, even a bit plumper in the face, looking like a piece of fine jade finally revealing its true form.
"What are you looking at!?"
Sophie had long noticed that Sam was staring at her face. She knew she was attractive and that Sam was a bit of a flirt, but did he really have to keep staring at her like that?
Sam, caught in the act, didn't show any signs of panic. After all, one of the essentials of being a male lead is to have thick skin. Since he fancied himself a womanizer, why should he care about sha?
"It's nothing, I just noticed you seem a bit plumper."
"Plumper? How is that possible!"
Sophie's eyes widened.
There are two comnts no girl can tolerate:
You look older.
You look fatter.
One attacks age, the other figure—both are untouchable sore spots.
Sam smiled. "Maybe I misspoke. What I an is, you look... beautifully fuller."
"Who's fuller... I've always been pretty, no need for you to emphasize it."
Sophie huffed and looked down to sip her soup.
Slurp~~~~
So satisfying.
But Sophie knew Sam was telling the truth; she had indeed beco a bit fuller, which was evident in the mirror.
She didn't have much anxiety about her appearance; after all, her figure hadn't gotten fat, perhaps just her breasts had grown a bit... cough, although not very large, they finally didn't look so flat anymore.
Eating so much of Sam's nutritious cooking every day, how could her body not change a bit? Her breasts were finally developing.
Sam smiled again. "Don't worry, even if you get a bit fatter, you'll still be beautiful. Eat up."
"Hmph, I won't get fat."
Sophie quickly finished her al, and Sam cleaned up the aftermath.
Their roles were clear, almost like an old married couple.
After everything was done, Sam didn't leave right away. Although he had cleaned up and was ready to take out the trash, he sat on the sofa and watched so boring TV with the girl beside him.
TV is always boring.
But if there's soone by your side who makes you feel at ease, watching it can beco a thoroughly enjoyable activity.
Isn't that why they say the best things co in pairs?
Even if the two didn't talk much during this ti, it didn't feel awkward, especially since Sophie seed to have gotten used to Sam being around in this way.
No need to do much, just being there was enough.
"You said your sister ca to participate in the competition?"
Sophie rembered this and asked with a hint of curiosity.
Sam nodded.
"Yeah, it's a national high school swimming competition."
"Swimming in this weather? That's odd, isn't it cold?"
Sam thought for a mont. "It should be okay, people who swim regularly are usually in good health, and winter swimming has its benefits too. It's actually good for girls like you."
"I'd rather not."
"Do you know how to swim?"
Sophie didn't respond, her silence and the way she clutched her pillow a bit tighter said it all.
Sam couldn't help but laugh and turned his head towards her.
"I could teach you."
Instantly, Sophie pictured herself in a swimsuit, being taught by Sam, hand in hand.
Her cheeks flushed red.
"I'd rather not, you pervert."
"How am I a pervert? Don't be so filthy, what are you even thinking about?"
"Who's being filthy..."
Sophie was too embarrassed to admit that she thought Sam was just looking for an excuse to take advantage of her during the swimming lessons.
Sam could easily read her mind, understanding her logic and her inherently distrustful nature made things clear.
"Haven't thought that much? If I wanted to take advantage, would I need to teach you swimming to do that?"
"What do you an..."
Sophie turned her head only to see Sam leaning on the back of the sofa, his body turned towards her.
His face wore a mischievous smile.
Suddenly, the aura of this young man seed to envelop her.
His face lood large in Sophie's eyes.
A wave of inexplicable nervousness spread from the bottom of her heart.
Her face and ears turned red as she looked at him, overwheld with embarrassnt.
What was he going to do...
Alone in a room, a young man and a young woman, had he finally lost his restraint?
Looking at Sam's lips, his neck, every inch of him radiating sexual tension and pheromones.
Sophie's heartbeat quickened, her body felt weak.
Just his proximity was enough to unsettle her.
Just as Sophie doubted her ability to resist, Sam stood up abruptly.
Sophie stared at him blankly as he turned around and picked up a trash bag from the floor.
"Alright, it's getting late, I have to pick soone up tomorrow, I'm off to bed~"
The realization that she had been played only dawned on her after the fact, and the flustered girl couldn't help but scold him with a flushed face.
"Go to hell, you jerk!!"
As Sam left her house with a laugh, Sophie couldn't help but lower her head.
He was the sa infuriating jerk as always, but what was worse was that she seed to have gotten used to this kind of interaction.
Sam would co over to cook for her every day...
And occasionally, there would be these little monts that made her heart race.
But... having gotten used to these things, how was she supposed to live her life from now on?
Do people ultimately beco what they despise the most?
Sam wouldn't know about Sophie's inner turmoil.
His mind was completely occupied with sothing else now—throwing away the trash, going ho, getting so sleep, and then welcoming the sunlight of the next day.
Before heading out in the morning, he received a ssage.
[Bad brother, I'll arrive at 4 PM. You better take the day off to co get , or else... hmph.]
Sam smiled and put away his phone.
Though he complained, the thought of seeing that girl's face still filled him with anticipation.
After all, Ava was his sister.
anwhile, miles away on the other side, a tall girl, much taller than her peers, was packing her clothes into a suitcase.
When she picked up a pair of pure white panties with a pink bow, her cheeks turned red.
"Is this too childish? Should I switch to sothing more mature and sexy?"
Imdiately, Ava blushed even deeper and shook her head.
"What am I thinking! I'm not wearing them for him!! Ahhh, so annoying, I'll change them anyway!"
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