Depois de fracassar em vinte encontros arranjados, Lu Li estava prestes a encarar o seu vigésimo primeiro encontro. A pessoa à sua frente era muito bonita, com um corpo incrível e uma presença perfeita. Ele achava que, dessa vez, finalmente teria sucesso. Porém... “Na verdade, eu tenho alguns pequenos defeitos, talvez você não consiga aceitá-los.” “Não tem problema, eu também não sou perfeito, a vida é isso mesmo, é preciso que os dois se adaptem um ao outro.” “Eu sou muito exigente para comer.” “Tudo bem, na verdade, eu também sou.” “Eu não como carne humana.” “Tudo bem, na verdade, eu também... O quê?!” “Além disso...” A moça levantou o rosto, seus olhos brilharam com um tom vermelho profundo, e seus delicados traços brancos e puros...
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Chapter 1: Twenty-Eight, the Blind Date War God
"Sorry, I got stuck in traffic."
In the café, Lu Li sat down with an apologetic smile.
This was his twentieth blind date.
After so many dates, he’d pretty much figured out the routine.
Blind dates weren’t about love. Everyone was there to see if their conditions matched—no need for useless things.
Hard-earned weekends shouldn’t be wasted.
But some women were strange.
If you laid your cards on the table, she’d say you were too direct. If you didn’t, she’d think you lacked sincerity.
So Lu Li had come up with his own method.
He wouldn’t say it outright, but would subtly reveal he had a car and a house.
"No worries, I just got here," replied the girl across from him, a pretty woman with wavy hair who hadn’t taken her gaze off the window, speaking as if to the air.
Lu Li had a sense of how things would go.
"Honestly, I don’t get it," he said, placing his BMW car keys on the table.
He propped his chin on his hand, fingers forming a figure eight, elbow resting on the chair.
"What don’t you get?"
The girl turned her gaze, suddenly interested in his words.
"People say there are two kinds of women who go on blind dates: those nobody wants, and those who have high standards."
Lu Li’s handsome face wore a polite smile. "But I think you’re the third kind."
"Which kind?" The girl feigned curiosity.
She hadn’t wanted to come, since s