Freya thought that her acceptance ability was much better than that of ordinary people, and there were few things that could make her unresponsive.

But this time, as if she lost the ability to speak, she just blankly stared at Chris. It really took a long time for her to come to her senses.

"When were you going to tell me?" Without knowing how long it took, Freya finally got her voice back.

She could see that today, Chris was stimulated by her to take her home. Otherwise, he would leave after watching the competition, like he always did, leaving herself to let her thoughts run wild.

"I'm going to wait until the competition is over," Chris said, "when the hype of the program dies down, I'll tell you everything. At that time, no matter what is exposed, it won't affect you."

But he did not expect that Freya was more provoking then he imagined. No matter Travis or Aaron, as long as she left his sight, she would immediately be able to relate to other men, and she was so eloquent, which made him feel so angry.

Today, Joanne's words reminded him that sooner or later, it had to be said.

Since it would be exposed in the end, why should he endure Freya's flirting with others, and why should he endure other men's coveting of Freya?

Why didn't he tell Freya clearly now: She was his, stay away from other men!

"I think about so much for you, just because becoming a model is your dream. I want to try my best to help you protect it," Chris looked at Freya and said word by word, "but now, I change my mind."

He was not afraid of any criticism of Freya. Anyway, he did not need Freya to succeed in her career.

"... I don't know you intend to do that." Freya shook her head. Thinking of her unreasonable behaviors and deliberately stimulating Chris during these days, she finally bowed her head and said, "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." Chris touched Freya's face with his slender hand. "I'm the one to blame. I thought you're smart enough."

"..." Freya was very touched, but all the emotions abruptly stopped when she heard the words. She pushed Chris forcefully to vent her anger. "That's how stupid I am. Are you gonna bite me?"

Chris really bit Freya on her lips.

"Hss-! It hurts!"

Freya just wanted to bite him back, but Chris already kissed on her lips. The violent kiss drowned her. She gradually lost her strength, and her whole body softened, leaning in Chris's arms.

The tension disappeared and was replaced by subtlety.

"Freya." Chris's kiss fell on Freya's eyes and brows. "I'm sorry."

Freya was puzzled, "Sorry for what?"

"For many things," Chris said.

"For example?"

"For the thing that I hid from you during this period, for the thing that I've done to you," Chris kissed Freya on her forehead, his gentleness was full of apology.

It was the first time that Freya had seen Chris like this, so she continued to ask, "And what else?"

"And," Chris's voice lowered a little, with a bit hoarseness, "for what I'm going to do next."

The sunshine of early morning went into the bedroom through the curtain seams, and the two people on the bed were still in sound sleep.

Freya lay in Chris's arms, one of her hand possessively across his waist as if she wanted to tell others that this man was hers.

Around 10 a.m., Freya awakened in hunger. She opened her sleepy eyes and saw Chris at first sight.

Suddenly, she no longer felt hungry and leaned on the bed with her hands on her chin, looking at him.

He was still as charming as he was in the daytime. Although his hair was a little messy, he was more real with his eyes tightly closed. He was not as perfect as he was in the daytime, polite but unapproachable.

Freya stretched out her hand and drew a circle on Chris's face with her slender fingers. Seeing him frown, she smugly compressed her lips and breathed in his ear. "Chris~"

Chris's ears were very sensitive, which couldn't stand this tepid breath. He frowned and opened his eyes, seeing Freya's mischievous smile at first sight.

It was at last night when Freya found this weakness of him.

"If you dare to cross me again, I'll use it against you!"

With her complacent coda just fell, Freya's waist was suddenly held by Chris. The next second, she was pinned down, unable to move.

"Don't disturb me," Before Freya protested, Chris warned dangerously first.

But Freya did not think so and struggled for a while. Seeing Chris's eyes turn dark, she vaguely felt something, "coughed" and smiled embarrassedly. "Haha"

Chris stared at her dangerously. "I didn't let you have enough of it yesterday, did I?"

Freya was frightened and promptly shook her head.

Chris smiled, obviously very satisfied with Freya's response.

Freya reluctantly bit her lip, kicked Chris and said, "Order breakfast. I'm hungry."

She wanted to wash but did not expect that her legs softened as soon as she touched the ground. "Bang", she fell on her face, suddenly stunned...

Chris hurriedly stood up to see Freya. She was not hurt. She just lay on the ground like a frog, unbelievable at what happened. He could not help laughing.

At this time, Freya reacted. She resentfully looked at Chris. "Smiling for what! It's all your fault!"

Damn it, it turned out that what was written in books were all true. The bones in her body were like being torn to pieces. Although she was not feeling sore all over her body, she indeed had no strength in her at all.

"Well, blame me." Chris took Freya up from the ground. Feeling ashamed, Freya struggled to come down. So, he asked suspiciously, "Are you sure you can stand firm?"

"..." Freya settled down and cradled her head in Chris's chest, let Chris carry her into the bathroom.

"Take a bath?" Chris asked.

Freya thought about it and nodded. "Go out, I'll take it by myself."

Chris calmly looked at Freya. "I want to take a bath, too."

After that, he put Freya on the washstand to let her sit, and then he went to turn on the water.

Soon, the water level in the bathtub rose, but one person could never use that much water!

Freya finally realized that Chris was not joking. She jumped off the washstand but forgot that the floor of the bathroom was so slippery. Once she landed, she staggered. "Ah! Chris!"

Chris turned back, nimbly caught Freya and smiled. "Since you can't wait to-"

He picked up Freya and stepped into the bathtub.

Freya covered her face. "Pervert!"

An hour later, with a woeful face, Freya was taken out of the bathroom and carried into the secondary bedroom. She was startled and looked at Chris with dissatisfaction. "What do you mean?"

Did he want to kick her out so soon?

Chris bowed his head and kissed her while calming her. "Wait here. I'll change the sheets."

Freya's facial expression was stiff for a while, and she was completely stunned. Then she silently rolled into the inside corner of the bed.

Chris smiled more pleasantly and returned to the master bedroom in a good mood.

He did not have a very serious mysophobia, but still had certain requirements for the cleanliness and tidiness of his home. His bedroom at the moment was far away from his minimum requirement.

But he actually thought the mess was beautiful.

Chris began to pack up all the clothes and put them into the laundry basket in the bathroom. And then he took out a new set of bedding and lifted the quilt-

A red flower bloomed on the dark sheet.

He compressed his lips and laid down the new sheet. Then, he went to the secondary bedroom and asked Freya, "What do you want for breakfast?"

"You haven't ordered breakfast yet?" Freya's eyes were grieving-she was so hungry!

"I'll make it for you," Chris said.

Freya suspiciously scanned Chris and said, "Do you still have the energy to make breakfast? Aren't you... tired?"

Chris menacingly looked at Freya, jumped on her, and violently kissed on her red lips again. "Do you want to see how much energy I still have?"

Freya silently gasped. "No! You have, you have proved that... By the way, I want to have porridge!"

"Wait for me." Chris stood up and went to the kitchen.

Originally, he wanted to tease Freya again. But in order to avoid getting himself into it, he planned to let her go temporarily.

Life was a long time.

Freya lay in bed, looking at the white ceiling. A few minutes later, she suddenly rolled on the bed and laughed out loud.

She and Chris, so it meant that they were already together, right?

She pursued him for so many years and did not give up even though being ridiculed for so many years. Surely she was right?

So, people must insist. What if they were lucky enough?

Half an hour later, a burst of fragrance floated from the kitchen. Freya could not tell what exactly it was, only felt it was fresh and pleasant. So, she curiously got up to the kitchen to see it, only to see that Chris was boiling sampan porridge in a casserole.

It was her favorite porridge!

Joanne also could cook it, and the porridge she made was quite well. But because of too many ingredients and time-consuming preparations, when they were studying in the United States, Joanne only had time to boil sampan porridge for her on holidays or weekends.

Chris was obviously good at it, too. There were thin bright yellow egg slices, jellyfish, fish fillets, and shrimps floating in the crystal, soft porridge. Just before turning off the fire, he sprinkled deep-fried dough stick crumb, peanut kernels, and so on. Then, he put it in the bowl and sprinkled green onions at last. The air was filled with the sweet smell of porridge.

Freya felt hungrier, she helped to bring the porridge to the dining room. If it weren't too hot, she could have a big bowl of it immediately.

"What to drink?" Chris's voice came from the kitchen.

"Corn juice!"

Chris opened the refrigerator, there was just two fresh corn left. He squeezed two cups of corn juice, and the porridge was almost cold.

Freya was eager. "I'm going to eat!"

She tasted it with great expectations. Its taste was just as good as what Joanne cooked, and even could be comparable with the most authentic Xiguan porridge store in Arlington.

She could not be more satisfied!

"Chris," said Freya excitedly, "If you cook so well, marry me! I'll treat you well!"

Chris's lips irrepressibly twitched several times.

When he calmed down, he smiled and said, "Okay, let's go and get the marriage certificate this afternoon?"

"Ahem!" Freya didn't expect Chris to follow her words, so she laughed embarrassedly. "Well, I'm just kidding..."

Come on. She was a girl! How could he let a girl propose?

But was Chris really willing to marry her?

Thinking of this, Freya shook her head fiercely.

Even if Chris was willing, she would not! She did not go through a vigorous love; how could she be married? She still wanted to have romantic dates. Otherwise, how could it be called falling in love?

Chris did not go on with this topic anymore. He knew Freya. As for some things, it was too early to put them on the agenda.

After eating the porridge, Freya leaned on the table and looked at Chris with a smile. "You just said... you are not tired?"

Chris smiled. "And I also said, you can try it yourself."

Freya smiled more brilliantly and quickly got up. "If you're not tired, wash the dishes. I'm going to sleep!"

She walked into the living room, turned on the TV, and then curled up on the soft sofa, resting comfortably on the pillow, feeling that life could not be more comfortable.

Chris washed the dishes and came out, only to see her lying on the sofa watching the replay of Top Model on TV with her head tilted while dangling her legs leisurely, without realizing that there was a man at home.

He walked over. "Pah-", he patted on Freya's bottom. "Sleep after eating. Were you a pig in your last life?"

"You were a pig in your last life!" Freya kicked Chris with her legs. "Where are my clothes?"

Now she still wore Chris's shirt. Although his shirt was not short, she was not short, too. The shirt-tails would be rolled if she was not careful. Now Chris was still with her, if that really happened, it was going to be a lot more than awkward.

So, she had to get her clothes back.

Chris calmly raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you think you can still wear it?"

"..." After realizing it, Freya's face blushed. She reluctantly asked, "What then?"

Chris glanced at Freya faintly. "You are not without clothes now."

Freya almost jumped up. "But I can't go out in your clothes!"

Chris smiled casually, pulled Freya out of the sofa, blocked her lips and kissed her deeply. "Then never go out."

Freya shivered. "Chris, this kind of line is generally from psychopathic murderers."

Chris scratched Freya's waist. "Then you can see if I'm a psychopathic murderer."

"Ah! It tickles. Let me go." Freya dodged him. But finally, she did not know what was going on and was suppressed by Chris again.

"No!" She looked resolutely at Chris. Saying no meant no.

"What are you thinking about?" Joanne didn't know if Chris was smiling or not. "Does it hurt now?"

This time, Freya's face was really red. She turned her head, tried to pay her attention to the TV replay, and shook her head. The next second, she said angrily, "But it hurt a lot yesterday!"

Chris lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "It won't hurt anymore, I promise."

Freya looked at Chris with suspicion. "How could you guarantee that?"

"With my skills!" Chris made no secret of his strong self-confidence.

Freya. "..."

In other words, didn't Chris learn all his skills from his ex-girlfriends?

Well, so was she taken advantage or not?

Without thinking of any answers, the only thing Freya could think about was: Eat more and lose less.

Chris did not notice Freya's movements at all. She almost bounced up from the sofa and pressed her lips on his. She was nibbling him rather than kissing him, without any rules or skills.

Strangely enough, he actually enjoyed it.

After a while of nibbling him, Freya loosened Chris, who frowned and expressed his contempt. "Can you kiss?"

"Dislike it?" Freya showed an expression that said "I'm not afraid of you disliking it". "It's too late!"

"Compared with disliking it, it's better to teach you..."

Before Freya could respond, her lips had become Chris's territory. But he did not kiss her as fiercely as before. He demonstrated actions one by one and then told her what it was called and what the skills were, with due diligence.

Twenty minutes later, Freya realized what happened. Was Chris taking advantage of her in the name of teaching?

After seeing Chris's satisfied smile, Freya had a positive answer to her question. When Chris kissed her, she bit his lip mischievously.

For 30 years of living, Chris was only bitten by one woman, Freya, more than once.

He dangerously pulled Freya over. "Let the teacher check how you are learning." After that, he kissed Freya's lips again.

Freya was already tired. And now she was unable to withstand, so she could only let Chris do whatever he wanted.

Finally, Chris's voice sounded vaguely in her ear.

"Freya, I love you."

Freya was like being struck by lightning, lying stiff on the sofa and looking at Chris.

She tried to find a hint of joking in Chris's eyes, even a little. But no, there was only a consistent seriousness in his eyes.

Freya suddenly wanted to cry.

"I love you." Everyone could say the simple three words out loud. In the past few years, she said as a mantra to Chris, but each time, he did not respond her.

Later, these three words became the words to tease Chris. From time to time, she would say "Chris, I love you" to sound him out.

Sometimes, Chris just looked at her. Sometimes, he frowned helplessly. "Freya, that's enough!"

At that time, she thought that Chris should have been immune to these three words, right? And he really didn't love her, did he?

She might never have the chance to hear Chris say this to her.

But now, he did.

Chris saw that Freya did not respond and stroked her face. "Do you blame me for saying this to you now?"

He sighed. "You used to say that to me every time you saw me and affected me in a very bad way. No matter who said it to me, I would think of you. For a long time, I felt it was too common."

Only recently did he realize that this sentence was serious. It was serious, at least in Freya's heart.

Freya wanted their relationship to go public. Even if he already said that they had the possibility, and hat he wanted her to be his girlfriend, she was indifferent. She just wanted him to say this sentence.

Only then did he realize that it was no joke when Freya said this to him in the past. Every time, she was sincere. And every time he ignored her; he was hurting her.

He could not turn back time, but the future was still to come.

So now he told Freya. "I love you."