"I'm not like you. My physiological need is as strong as you. I can live a lifetime without getting married." Hazel pouted.
"Then who is the one who keeps asking for it every night?" Zac smiled.
"You, big bad wolf." Hazel glared at him.
"I'm a big bad wolf. I'm going to eat you little fresh lamb," Zac said, turning over.
Hazel fainted. They were talking about something very serious, but he distracted her again.
"I don't want to. I can't get involved. I have no sense of security to live with a guy like you who likes to change his mind." She pushed him away and refused bluntly.
Zac frowned, "When did I change my mind?" "Not yet. Maybe you will change after I leave for a few days." Hazel kicked him on the leg angrily.
Zac was in a mess. No wonder this confused brain was often had a fart, because the frequency of woolgathering was too high.