"Have you forgotten the sketch I drew for you?"
Dean struck a bodybuilder's classic pose and raised an eyebrow. "I have the strength of a bear, you know."
Carol rolled her eyes in response.
After getting to know Dean for a while, Carol increasingly felt a special charm and strengths in him, which made her involuntarily shift from initial hostility to admiration. It's rare to find a kindred spirit, she thought.
Suddenly, a thought she had never had before struck Carol. Her cheeks turned red involuntarily, and her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, making her breathing somewhat uneven.
Seeing Carol's state, Dean's heart skipped a beat.
Shoot! he thought. Women in foreign countries mature early. This young lady wouldn't be thinking about procreating with me because she thinks my genes are excellent, would she? Oh, the curse of my male charm!
Dean admitted to himself that he was a simple man. He only liked cute, curvy women who were not as smart as him!
