The next morning, Wayne was very sad to find that Chris had still not recovered from the anger of being teased the day before.

"Beautiful Miss Chris, aren't you going to swim today?"

Wayne coaxed her in a low voice, "Look, I have prepared everything and asked Eve to reserve a private swimming pool."

In the Duke's Mansion, because neither Elliot nor Ashwell has a hobby of swimming, this type of water recreation place has not been opened before.

Hmm... maybe you can consider buying a dedicated one in the future.

Although he has begun to think about the future, it is obvious that Chris's mood is still stuck in yesterday.

She seemed to have turned a deaf ear to Wayne's words and had no reaction.

Leaning on the sofa in a relaxed posture, Chris looked at the picture album in her hand with an expressionless face.

However, judging from the flipping frequency like quantum speed reading, my mind is not there at all.

"Don't be angry."

Wayne sat down next to her, snatched the album from her hand, and forced her to focus on him.

He raised his hands and swore: "I promise I will never tease you like this again next time."

It’s just that I couldn’t see my own women’s clothes...

He thought it was just a harmless joke, but he didn't expect her to be so angry.

"I went into the water today and only wore a pair of swimming trunks. I will do whatever you want me to do, okay?"

Hearing this, Chrissy finally glanced at him.

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Under her sharp gaze, Wayne felt a little guilty.

"What...what happened?"

Chris looked thoughtful and said thoughtfully, "I don't know when you became like this."

This is obviously not the case in animation.

Is it because he did not carry out the strategy route normally before, which caused his status to be stuck in the middle between "playboy" and "innocent boy"?

Wayne's heart trembled.

"Ah? I've always been like this."

In order to enhance his persuasion, he showed his usual innocent and angelic smile.

When she asked this question, Wayne suddenly realized that he had been a little too complacent recently.

However, in order to cover up, he quickly found a perfect scapegoat.

"Classmate Gavin told me...you don't need to suppress your desires too much. This is the true nature of a boy."

Wayne sounded ashamed and lowered his voice.

...Good brother, let me lend you my head.

As expected, Chris showed a look of disgust and said, "Don't hang out with them anymore."

"But, they are also my friends." Wayne struggled.

"Birds of a feather flock together, and people divide into groups. Such kind of cunning friends will only bring you harm." She frowned and said.

"Okay, okay, I will keep my distance from them."

In short, make her happy first before talking about anything else.

Seeing that his attitude was quite sincere, Chrissy suddenly reached out her hand and pinched his chin.

Just like the domineering presidents in those bloody TV dramas teasing beauties, she adjusted her posture, sat on one knee on the sofa, and stared at him condescendingly.

"do you like me?"

Staring unblinkingly at her with a fiery gaze that seemed to contain something, Wayne felt a little shy for no reason.

"like."

Answered without any hesitation.

"What do you like?" she asked again.

"I like every aspect."

A trace of hesitation flashed in Chris's eyes.

"Don't give such a general answer and list it in detail."

"..." Wayne's expression froze.

But Chrissy still stared at him, as if she would never give up until he heard what he said.

"I like you...you are beautiful."

"Um."

She responded, and then asked, "Just because she looks beautiful?"

"Of course more than that!"

Wayne sharply denied it.

Then, a series of rainbow farts came out of Wayne's mouth.

"Chris is gentle, considerate, and generous..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

She interrupted Wayne and said unhappily: "I don't want you to praise me."

…If I don’t like your strengths, don’t I still like your shortcomings?

Although, her shortcomings are just cute in my own eyes.

"Uh... I like you. It's very interesting how you get into trouble every day." Paying attention to her expression, he said tentatively.

Chrissy's veins appeared on her forehead and she said slowly:

"Oh? Really."

So, on this ordinary morning, Wayne realized once again——

Girlfriends are indeed a very troublesome thing.

…

After he signed countless unequal treaties, Chris finally reluctantly agreed and accompanied him to swim.

In the beginning, it was clearly her request. But in the end, it seemed like she was just trying to fulfill her own wish.

Alas! This is not the first time that Chris has been unreasonable. He is not surprised at all by this development.

Wearing a large pair of colorful pants, Wayne was lying leisurely on a beach chair by the pool.

On the small table at hand, there were two glasses of iced drinks.

This entire private swimming pool is only open to the two of them today.

Wayne didn't ask if he wanted to call some other friends, and Chris tacitly didn't mention it either.

The large parasol provided him with shade. Wayne was closing his eyes to rest, when the sound of soft footsteps soon came to his ears.

The corners of his mouth curled up.

Hum hum, even if you hid it from me before, don’t I still have to see it clearly today?

But as a gentleman, I am willing to understand her shyness.

There was a slight noise from another chair, and someone also lay down.

He opened his eyes and looked around him.

However--

What caught my eye was not the cool attire I had glimpsed yesterday.

At this time, Chris was wearing a large and thin silk robe, completely covering up the leaked spring sunshine.

In her hands, she also held two white bath towels.

Seeing that Wayne was looking at her maliciously, Chris threw one of the bath towels in his face, blocking his hateful sight.

Wayne sighed, took off the towel covering his face, and threw it aside.

"Are you going to wear this for swimming later?"

Isn’t this the same as swimming with clothes on? What’s the point of a swimsuit?

Hearing his angry tone, Chris blushed and glared at him.

"You...don't even think about doing those unhealthy things."

As if she felt that this thin silk robe could not protect her own safety, Chris quickly spread out the bath towel and put it on herself.

Seeing her vigilant movements, Wayne's mouth twitched.

"Forget it, as long as you are happy."

He turned his gaze back, leaned on the back of the chair that was almost flat, and continued to close his eyes and meditate.

He no longer looked in Chris's direction.

Neither of them spoke anymore, and there was silence for a while.

Then, Chris's somewhat aggrieved voice sounded in her ears:
Chapter completed!