The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 421

Chapter 421: How about I give you myself?
“Have you planned out your day?”

After finishing breakfast, Sam didn’t leave immediately. Instead, he lay down on Zoe’s sofa.

Of course, he wasn’t just lying there; he used Zoe’s sexy legs as his pillow.

It was incredibly comfortable and reassuring.

Especially the sensation at the back of his head, it was simply wonderful.

This was all very real.

Sam closed his eyes slightly, feeling Zoe gently stroke his forehead and hair while watching TV.

“Well… I don’t know. Who knows what they have planned? I’m just a participant.”

He spoke lightly, even if there were plans, he couldn’t really say them out loud. He had to consider Zoe’s feelings, especially knowing that on such a special day, he couldn’t spend the most important moment with her.

Zoe smiled.

“Don’t forget to give the girls gifts today. Don’t tell me you haven’t prepared anything.”

Sam hesitated for a moment.

“Yeah, I have something prepared. As for yours, I…”

Zoe gently placed her hand on Sam’s lips, clearly stopping him from continuing.

She looked into Sam’s slowly opening eyes, leaning closer to his face.

“It’s okay. I told you, just being with me is the best gift.”

Sam looked into her eyes and sighed inwardly.

But feeling guilty wouldn’t make him a protagonist. He quickly adjusted his mindset, knowing that what this woman needed now wasn’t promises or guarantees.

Those things were too distant, too intangible.

So Sam smiled at her and said.

“Zoe.”

“Yes?”

“My lips are a bit dry.”

Hearing this, Zoe’s cheeks flushed.

She blinked and asked knowingly.

“Why are you telling me?”

“What do you think?”

“Oh~ You want to kiss me?”

Zoe asked, her face turning red, her eyes already soft and hazy.

Sam laughed.

“I don’t think everything needs to be said so directly.”

“Is that your idea of romance?”

“Isn’t it enough?”

What words could answer that question?

Of course, it was Zoe’s gentle and delicate kiss.

She lowered her head and closed her eyes.

They kissed on the soft sofa.

Of course, a war always needs a spark.

And often, such things need a beginning.

And this kiss was the best beginning. Sam caressed her face, and as the kiss deepened, they changed positions and postures.

They ended up embracing and kissing on the soft sofa, which was spacious enough to accommodate both of them.

Their hugs and kisses were so free, so casual.

At this point, there was no need for too much technique.

Just their most genuine feelings were enough.

The battlefield quickly shifted, and their clothes came off piece by piece.

Zoe’s body felt different from other women. It was hard to imagine what it felt like to bury your head in her breasts, fully immersed.

Her body was beautiful and soft, always top-notch.

It often made Sam forget where he was, as if he were in paradise, in Eden.

This woman always satisfied all of Sam’s fantasies and needs.

When Sam held this enchanting woman in his arms, Zoe forgot it was still daytime.

They were in a wonderful environment together, their world seemed to merge into one, indistinguishable.

They wanted time to slow down, even freeze.

His shoulder bore clear marks. In Zoe’s room, it couldn’t have been left by anyone else.

But she seemed to have no memory of it.

Maybe she didn’t realize when she got so emotional that she bit him.

It wasn’t her fault.

Sam was always so ‘intense’ during sex. Under his big cock’s dominance, Zoe experienced climax after climax.

But it was daytime, and the apartment’s soundproofing was only average. Despite reaching climax, Zoe had to suppress her voice, but some things couldn’t be controlled.

Like the moans trapped in her throat, unable to be shouted out, so she could only bite his shoulder.

Sam paused, and when Zoe’s body recovered a bit, he continued to fuck her hard, until he filled her pussy with his cum.

Zoe gently touched Sam’s face and asked softly, “Are you happy?”

Sam caressed her soft body, her delicate skin.

“And you?”

“I’m very happy…”

“Then I’m happy too.”

Zoe didn’t have the strength to say much more. She just wanted to enjoy the lingering sensation, lying on Sam’s shoulder, eyes slightly closed. Feeling Sam’s gentle caresses, she heard him say.

“Zoe.”

He suddenly called her name.

“Yes?”

She responded softly, puzzled.

Then she heard Sam’s lazy, smiling voice.

“Happy New Year in advance.”

A beautiful smile spread across Zoe’s lips.

She glanced out the window, sunlight streaming through the curtains, casting bright rays.

“Happy New Year to you too.”

—

After leaving Zoe’s place, Sam went home to take a shower.

He didn’t rush out. Isabella had sent a message in the chat group, seemingly confirming the meeting time.

But her message was a bit strange.

She didn’t specify a time, just reminded everyone about the club activity. If anyone wasn’t prepared for the club activity, it was up to them, but she was ready.

This vague message was a bit confusing.

What did it mean?

No need to gather?

What was the plan?

It seemed tonight’s events wouldn’t be as simple as Sam thought…

After some thought, Sam left the house in the evening.

But he didn’t head to the bustling Kuhang Times Square, where all the young people would be for New Year’s Eve. Instead, he went to an apartment not far from his own.

It was clear whose apartment it was.

Sam carried a bag with something important for tonight and rang Sophie’s doorbell.

When Sophie opened the door, she wasn’t surprised.

She was used to it. No one else would come looking for her, so it had to be this boy.

Seeing Sam with his familiar canvas bag, she couldn’t tell what was inside.

“Why are you here so early?”

She was puzzled by this.

It wasn’t very late, and going out now seemed a bit early.

And… shouldn’t he be with Angel? On such a day, anyone could guess what that possessive girl would choose.

Sam walked in with his canvas bag.

Then he said.

“If I don’t come to cook for you, you’ll just have chips for dinner again?”

“You still remember that…”

“Of course.”

Watching Sam head to the fridge and kitchen, Sophie felt a warmth in her heart.

This natural habit felt like he was living in her world.

But she quickly remembered the letter Sam had written, that one-page preview.

Just thinking about it made her cheeks flush.

“You’re cooking here, what about Angel?”

She couldn’t help but ask.

Some things seemed easy for him to give her, but she couldn’t do the same, always having reservations.

Sam didn’t turn around, taking out some leftover ingredients from the fridge. Following his principle of not wasting food, he could make them taste fresh with his cooking skills.

“Well, after cooking for you, I’ll head to her place. I was worried about time, so I came a bit early.”

Sophie was stunned.

What kind of arrangement was this?

Cooking for her first, then rushing to Angel’s place?

Was Sam a time management master?

Sophie didn’t know how to feel.

Should she blame him for dating multiple women so confidently?

Sophie stood there, feeling awkward and unnatural, then said.

“You could have just told me. No need to come all the way. I didn’t specifically ask you to cook for me…”

Sam knew what she was thinking.

He smiled and asked, “Are you mad?”

“No, I just think it’s unnecessary.”

She said no, but her tone was cold.

Sam turned around.

“Really mad?”

“I said no!”

“Getting mad at the end of the year means you’ll have a bad temper next year too.”

“I said I won’t get mad at you!”

“So, what gift did you prepare for me?”

Sophie didn’t hesitate.

“I didn’t prepare anything for you. What are you thinking?”

“Really? I prepared something for you.”

“…What?”

Sam saw the uncontrollable curiosity in her eyes.

He smiled.

“How about I give you myself?”