My Killing President

Annabelle gave Mu an impression of always being secretive and mysterious, like a woman with history. And he couldn’t help but being drawn in closer and closer…

Little did he knew, if he were to find out her secret…probably he would need an ambulance.

“How is the taste, pretty awesome right?”

“Thousand over dollars for this, how can it be bad?”

“Glad to hear that! Remember, you owe me a favour!”

“Huh?” Annabelle finally raised her eyes and looked confused, “What favour?”

“Haven’t you heard of the saying there are no free lunch, in this case dinner?”

“Wasn’t I the one to accompanied you!?” She popped her eyes comically. This stingy capitalist was too good at taking advantage!

“But you ate it anyway. That counts!” Mu chattered seriously, determined to flimflam her.

“……”

Can I hurl the meat at him and leave?

looked down at her

……

didn’t finish it, no chance in hell would Mu let this slide. Might as well

and flat. It hit the middle of the tongue almost like butter and had a smooth finish. And she enjoyed more with

attentiveness was with her. As he gazed adoringly at her he noticed that he felt unusually comfortable and delightful by her side. It

his stare and looked up. When she saw how he looked at her, her heart fluttered.

Mu, you got me eating dinner with you here, swindled a favour from me

Mu raised an

am!” She responded instantly, “Who wouldn’t? It’s very annoying to deal with

was even marginally afraid of Yoi. Every time when they clashed,

time to cut himself a mouthful and mumbled, “I guess you’d have more of that

What do

let’s eat!”

decided to leave it at that, she had something much more important on her plate now.

a substandard one could be so vastly different. Annabelle had an enjoyable time.

send her home. She didn’t protest, partly because she basically gave up knowing how domineering he could be, and

was another quiet journey. But this time, there was no

she was daydreaming again,