Daily Squabble

The dimly lit hall was surrounded by several lovely lamps, with cute little candles placed on the dining table. "How is it? Do you like it very much?" Christin asked confidently, with an expression like he was looking to be praised. Natasha smiled awkwardly, "Yeah, it's quite cute." Why did those lamps look so childish? How old did he think she was? "Are you hungry? Are we going to eat now?" Natasha glanced at him strangely and said, "Did you choose all these lamps?" "Yes! They look so cute, don't they?" Girls should like these, right? Don't they say that girls like this kind of cute patterns? Aren't cartoon characters like these considered cute? Natasha nodded awkwardly. "Well, yeah, it's so cute. Let's have dinner now. I'm starving." If she didn't mention that she was hungry, Silly Christin might probably bring out a bunch of weird and random things again. She was afraid that she could not help but complain to him by that time! Christin thought that she was satisfied. Thus, after the