At a blind date dinner, she dealt with the scumbag across from her using her fists, only to get involved with an utterly shameless man who also liked to settle things with his fists. She thought they were in the same boat, but it turned out he’d planned it all from the start. “We’ve hugged, right? We’ve kissed, right? All that’s left is to sleep together, right? How can we not be dating?” His shamelessness left her speechless, but he had her completely cornered, and she couldn’t do a thing about it. She asked him seriously, “Are we really right for each other?” He stared at her for a long time, then looked down at himself. “Why don’t we give it a try?”
