The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 363

Chapter 363: Men probably like bigger breasts, right?
“Ava left?”

It was a weekend evening.

Sam arrived at Sophie’s house right on time to make dinner.

Unusually, Sophie wasn’t waiting idly in the living room this time; she seemed to have something she just had to say.

While Sam was handling the ingredients at the sink, he calmly responded, “Yeah, she left this morning. She’s home now.”

The message had come in earlier, and Sam had kept his promise by replying to her text right away.

Ava seemed quite satisfied, but why only temporarily? Well, there was no helping it. Sam couldn’t predict when Ava would message him, and he couldn’t always be glued to his phone.

Promises made too easily often lack credibility. The more you want to keep them, the more hesitant you become.

Sophie leaned against the wall, wearing black-framed glasses and her hair tied up in a small bun. She looked like a bit of a slob, but her face was so stunning that even without any makeup, she still looked incredibly beautiful. The glasses only added to her scholarly aura.

“Why do you look so happy?” Sophie heard Sam humming a tune while washing the vegetables.

“Do I? It’s not that big of a deal.”

“You might as well have ‘happy’ written all over your face,” Sophie said, pushing up her glasses.

“I’m always pretty happy. Maybe I’m just feeling relaxed right now.”

Sophie squinted her eyes. “You’re relaxed because Ava left?”

“How should I put it? I don’t dislike Ava; she’s my sister. But sometimes, kids can be exhausting.”

Although Ava had gone back home and they wouldn’t see each other for a while, Sam might start missing her in a few days. But for now, some issues could be postponed, and maybe as Ava grew older, she’d become more mature and sensible.

“Ava’s not a kid anymore. She’ll be a freshman in high school next year.”

“So what? Weren’t you clueless when you started high school?”

Sophie retorted, “You’re the clueless one.”

“Heh, even if you weren’t, think back to your classmates. Weren’t they all talking about childish things, looking all innocent?”

Sophie couldn’t argue with that. Thinking back to her first year of high school, it was true. Everyone around her spoke softly, with innocent expressions on their faces.

“But Ava has a great personality. She probably won’t be like them. She’s more mature than her peers,” Sophie said.

Sam turned around, surprised. “You think highly of my sister. Is it because she’s my sister?”

Sophie rolled her eyes at Sam’s gaze. “Don’t flatter yourself. It has nothing to do with you.”

“Well, it does a little. After all, she’s my sister. Her excellence has its reasons.”

“Don’t say stuff like that before dinner. It might make me lose my appetite.”

Sophie was as sharp-tongued as ever with Sam. But her change was evident to everyone. She no longer resisted Sam cooking at her place. It was as if her kitchen was made for him.

She hadn’t even thought about the fact that the one-month period was almost up. If Sam stopped cooking here, how would she go back to her old days of instant noodles and takeout?

“Then I’ll just enjoy it myself,” Sam said nonchalantly. By the time dinner was ready, night had already fallen.

This season, the night came quickly, like a sudden thunderstorm. From dusk to sunset, it seemed to disappear in the blink of an eye.

Sophie no longer exclaimed in surprise at the new flavors and the stimulation they brought to her taste buds during dinner. But she couldn’t deny that after tasting Sam’s cooking, no restaurant food could compare.

“Winter break is coming up. Do you have any plans?” Sam asked casually, glancing at his phone playing short videos on the table.

It was just a simple question at the dinner table, with no special meaning. But it made Sophie look at him, as if trying to figure out if he had any ulterior motives.

Sophie wondered if she was being too sensitive around Sam, causing such a reflexive reaction. Seeing Sam’s relaxed expression, she slowly replied, “I don’t have any plans.”

“Don’t you want to go out and enjoy the scenery during the break?”

“It’s too cold. I don’t want to go out in the wind.”

With her not-so-great health, she was naturally suited to being a homebody.

Sam chuckled, “If you’re so afraid of the cold, you should exercise more.”

“Exercise is too tiring.”

“Not even running?”

“Running hurts my knees.”

Sam couldn’t help but laugh. “Wow, you don’t think about junk food when eating instant noodles, but running hurts your knees?”

Sophie’s cheeks turned slightly red, but she looked at Sam with a justified expression. “Why should I run in this cold weather? Sweating could make me catch a cold. Staying home means nothing bad will happen, right?”

That logic was hard to argue with. After all, the “choose to take it easy” philosophy was always so unassailable.

“When you get sick, you’ll regret not taking care of your body.”

“And when you’re about to die, will you regret not cherishing life?” Sophie raised an eyebrow, showing no intention of backing down, as if she was determined to argue with Sam.

Sam put down his utensils, placed his hands on the table, and smiled at the pretty girl across from him. “Sophie, you seem pretty fired up.”

Seeing Sam’s gaze, Sophie quickly looked away. She didn’t like making eye contact, but that didn’t mean she was afraid. It was just that some of her rules seemed to fall apart when facing this boy.

For example, when making eye contact with him, she inexplicably felt nervous and her face heated up. It was as if he held some unspeakable secret of hers.

“None of your business.”

“I don’t care, but can you wash the dishes today?” Sam said with a smile.

Sophie widened her eyes. “Why?!”

Sam replied matter-of-factly, “You get a free meal and don’t wash the dishes. Is that fair? How about you cook tomorrow?”

“…I don’t want to wash the dishes.”

Sophie couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose. She didn’t realize that her words sounded a bit like she was pouting, her voice even carrying a hint of coquettishness.

But Sam had already stood up. “I’m full. I’ll go watch some TV. If you don’t want to deal with it, just leave it. As long as you’re comfortable.”

Sophie couldn’t do anything about Sam. She watched as he leaned back on her sofa, one hand holding his phone and the other using the remote to change the TV channels.

For some reason, Sophie thought of a housewife managing household chores, helplessly watching her husband do nothing after coming home.

Wait… what kind of weird image is that?

Husband and wife? That’s ridiculous!

Thinking about it made Sophie blush. To avoid Sam noticing, she decided to wash the dishes herself.

When she finished, Sam glanced over. Sophie was just walking over, looking annoyed at Sam.

“What are you looking at?”

Sam couldn’t help but laugh because Sophie’s clothes were soaked in several places, clearly from washing the dishes.

“Were you washing the dishes or fighting with them?”

“None of your business!” Sophie looked down and saw how messy she was. Washing dishes like this… it was indeed embarrassing.

She could easily master any course, so why was she so clumsy with household chores?

Feeling frustrated and embarrassed, she said, “I’m going to change clothes. Don’t you dare peek!”

Sam laughed, “Don’t you know that when a guy and a girl are alone, saying that is like saying, ‘You better peek!'”

“I’ll kill you, Sam!”

She bared her teeth menacingly, but it had no effect. Sam even thought she was being cute.

“Bang.”

Sophie shut the bedroom door and started changing clothes.

Sam could have easily used his x-ray vision to see, but he found it meaningless. The highest level of being a womanizer was to have the girl shyly undress in front of you and invite you to admire her body, not to peek.

In her bedroom, Sophie took off her fleece-lined T-shirt. The mirror was right in front of her, reflecting her image.

Her skin was fair, with a hint of rosy blood color, looking as beautiful as a fairy.

Her arms were slender, and her collarbone had an artistic quality. Her long neck was delicate and refined.

A flawless body… but when her gaze shifted to her slightly raised breasts… they were just slightly raised.

She frowned in dissatisfaction, tugging at her bra strap.

“Men probably like bigger breasts, right?”

Thinking about it made her even more annoyed.

“Why do they have to be big? Small breasts are cute too…”

“But that jerk definitely likes big ones!”

She said with certainty, her face showing more anger.

But soon, Sophie sighed. “They’ll grow.”

She put on a black hoodie, completely covering her chest, and felt much better.

Looking at her youthful reflection in the mirror, she made a cute face by pulling down her lower eyelids and sticking out her pink tongue.

If Sam saw this, he’d definitely think she was a girl straight out of an anime, a pure and beautiful elf-like girl!

It was hard to imagine that such a cute expression could appear on Sophie’s usually cold face, creating a perfect contrast.

She hummed contentedly. “Small breasts look better in clothes. Big ones just look vulgar!”

When Sophie walked out, she planned to surprise Sam with her beauty.

Her bun was still in place, but her bangs were pulled back, revealing her flawless face and smooth forehead. Even with glasses, her old-fashioned black frames looked high-end because of her.

But to her surprise, Sam was already standing up.

“This TV is boring.”

“Are you going home?” Sophie asked, frowning instinctively.

There seemed to be a hint of reluctance in her heart that she hadn’t noticed.

Sam nodded, then looked at Sophie as if he remembered something. “Do you want to go for a walk?”

“Why would I go for a walk…”

“Just to digest the food?”

Sophie immediately felt her stomach bloating… It was all this guy’s fault for cooking so well. She always ended up overeating.

This seemed like a way out, his smile and gaze saying, “I’ve given you an excuse. Will you take it?”

The girl felt annoyed that he could always see through her thoughts so easily.

But her honest answer came out of her mouth. “Just… a short walk. You’re lucky.”

“I’m such a handsome guy walking with you. You should feel honored. Grab the trash.”

“I’m not taking it. You take it!”

Sophie said irritably, even rushing to the door to open it before Sam could, urging him, “Hurry up, grab the trash, don’t dawdle!”

Sam couldn’t help but laugh. What was this? A textbook example of tsundere?

Sam grabbed the trash and went downstairs with her.

As soon as they left the building, the cold wind hit them.

Sophie, who had planned to maintain her refined, cool look, quickly pulled up her hoodie.

“It’s so cold! Why am I walking in this weather?”

Sophie immediately regretted it.

Sam laughed, “A few steps and you won’t feel cold. It’s because you’re too skinny. If you had more body fat, you wouldn’t feel this way.”

Sophie, annoyed, followed behind Sam, abandoning any thoughts of walking side by side. It was too cold; she just wanted a windbreak.

“I just can’t gain weight. What can I do?”

“You probably didn’t eat regularly before. If you focus on nutrition, your body will still develop, especially…”

Sam deliberately glanced at Sophie’s chest.

“You jerk, what are you talking about?!”

But Sophie’s mind inexplicably recalled certain images.

Like Sam, naked, with his big cock fucking Angel on the bed.

His body was like a masterpiece, with abs and a V-line… everything, and such a big cock, unlike her barely developed breasts…

Huh?

Her cheeks grew hotter, and Sophie shook her head.

What was she thinking?!

Getting horny in the middle of winter?!

After a few steps, Sophie suddenly stopped.

“Not cold anymore?”

Sam looked at the girl, still wearing her hoodie.

Sophie shook her head. She wasn’t cold anymore; she was feeling… hot.

“Not really.”

But with no pockets in her hoodie, she could only hide her hands in her sleeves.

Sam chuckled, “Aren’t your hands cold?”

Sophie replied helplessly, “What can I do if they’re cold? You insisted on walking in this weather… Should I have brought a hot water bottle?”

“So you came out just because I insisted?”

Sam asked with a low laugh.

The girl’s cheeks felt a bit hot.

“What are you thinking… You’re so thick-skinned.”

“Thick skin keeps you warm.”

“Hmph.”

Sophie snorted softly, about to ask where they were going when she suddenly felt her wrist, wrapped in her sleeve, tighten.

She looked down, confused, and saw Sam grabbing her wrist.

What was he doing?

But she didn’t resist at all, letting Sam pull her wrist into his coat pocket.

Instantly… warmth.

She looked at Sam in surprise.

The boy wore his usual calm smile, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

“Wearing a hoodie without pockets, aren’t you cold now?”

His tone even carried a hint of gentle reproach.

But Sophie couldn’t feel any resentment, no anger.

She only felt nervous and shy.

And her heart pounding in her chest.

Why did she feel like… a child being pampered in front of him?