Tilda glanced at his phone but showed no intention of taking it.
“No need,” she said.
No need?!
Johnny’s face immediately darkened, and his expression turned somewhat grim. “You won’t even give me your phone number?”
Tilda raised her eyes, even more speechless than him. “What do you need my phone number for?”
“We just did that… Don’t you want to commemorate it by exchanging numbers?” Johnny was at a loss for words, partly due to his slow morning brain, and could only come up with the word “commemorate” on the spot.
Tilda laughed. “You have so many mementos already. One more won’t make a difference. Sleep with a few more people when you return home and save their numbers instead.”
She couldn’t afford to play with Johnny, nor did she want to become one of his conquests.
She subconsciously wanted to cut ties with him.
Johnny visibly grew anxious. He grabbed Tilda’s arm and pulled her back into the room.
“Tilda, are you playing me? After all the hard work I put in, you treat me like a gigolo?”
“It’s not like you didn’t enjoy it!” Tilda retorted, pointing at the used condoms in the trash can. “You used up all that stuff!”
“Enough already! I really need to sleep!” She felt so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open.
But Johnny stood there, his tall figure unmoving, his eyes brewing with anger.
“Why did you suddenly suggest having sex with me?”
Tilda paused. “I just suggested it. What reason do I need? I didn’t force you. I asked if you agreed.”
At that time, she was asking a question!
Johnny gritted his teeth, feeling embarrassed and humiliated.
He had many things he wanted to say, but when he opened his mouth, all that came out was a mocking tone. “Are you really that forward?!”
Tilda unconsciously clenched her hand but quickly let go.
“You can think whatever you want. I just think you’re attractive. Although the only thing you really have going for you is your good looks, it is still appealing to me. I wanted to know what it feels like to have sex with a handsome guy.”
She spoke the truth.
Because compared to her ex-boyfriends, whether they had slept together or not, none of them were as handsome as Johnny.
She just wanted to have some fun. There was no deeper meaning behind it! After all, it wasn’t the first time, so there was no need for any drama. Even if her future spouse asked about it, she wouldn’t mention this particular encounter today. That was just how it was.
“Just wanted to try something new?!” Johnny chewed on those words repeatedly, growing angrier and angrier.
“Yes.” Tilda nodded honestly. “You’re like the premium fruits placed on the top shelf in a fruit store. You always want to taste what they’re like but never actually intend to eat them.”
Not being able to afford it was one reason, but another reason was that if one ate it too often, it might not even be enjoyable anymore.
Expensive fruit didn’t necessarily mean it tasted good. For the most part, it might just look good on the outside.
“Well then, well then! You sure know how to use metaphors.” Johnny felt like applauding her. “So I’m a fruit?”
“A premium fruit!” Tilda emphasized.
“Premium fruit my ass!”
Johnny yelled, startling Tilda and dissipating some of her drowsiness.
“What’s wrong with you? Are you crazy?”
“I thought you wanted-”
Tilda looked at him. “Wanted what?”
“I thought… I thought you wanted to maintain this kind of relationship long-term!” He absolutely didn’t want to say the words “boyfriend” out loud because then he would lose again!
“Oh,” Tilda replied nonchalantly. “No wonder you wanted my phone number. You misunderstood. I didn’t mean that. Can you let me go now? I’m really sleepy!”