James Bolton finally got to eat the food he had cooked himself. As he ate, he praised himself inwardly: “As expected of a master chef—this level, tsk tsk... The world is vast and there are many famous chefs, but who could possibly compare?” At this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of ‘the sun rises in the east, and I alone am undefeated.’ Could this be a side effect of practicing the “Sunflower Manual”?

After swallowing a mouthful of food, he took a sip of the 1982 dry red that Megan York had specially brought out to set a romantic mood, and thought somewhat oddly, “The food I made is great, definitely top-tier. But why does eating kidney and drinking red wine feel so awkward?”

He looked up at Megan York sitting across from him. After just a couple of bites, this girl had already lost all the ladylike elegance she’d forced herself to put on for the sake of romance. Now, she was attacking the food with both spoon and chopsticks, looking absolutely wild and unruly.

“Hey, didn’t you say you wouldn’t eat the ‘West Lake Vinegar Fish’ I made? Look, I’ve barely touched this fish and half of it’s already gone. How do you explain that?” James Bolton said with a smile.

The little girl reacted quickly, pausing only for a moment before coming up with an excuse: “What I said was, ‘Even if you beg me, I won’t eat it,’ but I never said, ‘If you don’t beg me, I still won’t eat it,’ did I?”

Megan York’s shameless quibbling made James Bolton want to laugh, so he kept teasing her: “So if I beg you now, will you stop eating?”

Her eyes spun mischievously, and she smirked, “Are you begging me to eat, or begging me not to eat?”

Seeing Megan York’s eyes darting around, James Bolton knew she was up to something, but he didn’t call her out. Instead, he asked with interest, “What if I beg you to eat? And what if I beg you not to eat?”

“If you beg me to eat, considering you cooked yourself, invited me to dinner, and the candlelight dinner is romantic enough, I’ll be the bigger person and give you some face—so I’ll eat!”

Then Megan York looked even more pleased with herself and continued, “If you beg me not to eat, well, you know, my favorite thing these years has been going against you. If you don’t let me eat, I’ll eat even more. The more you don’t let me, the more I’ll eat!”

Megan York’s words made James Bolton laugh out loud. Pointing at the smug little girl, he said, “Aren’t you just being unreasonable? So what you said before doesn’t count? After all these years of education, what have you learned? Don’t you even know how to keep your word?”

Megan York still grinned like a fox that had stolen a chicken. “I only learned ‘A real man never goes back on his word,’ but I’m a girl, so that doesn’t apply to me.” With that, she reached her chopsticks toward the plate of West Lake Vinegar Fish again.

Chapter 008: The Hero Training Plan

The next morning, around six or seven o’clock, James Bolton was already awake.

After rubbing his eyes to force himself awake, James Bolton turned to the woman lying beside him, her face still glowing with the afterglow of passion, and said, “Seeror, I have something to do and need to leave first. Do you want to get up and go with me? Or maybe I can treat you to breakfast?”

Last night, after Megan York had a bit of red wine, her starry eyes were full of spring, her snowy skin tinged with a rosy blush—she was already incredibly alluring. Plus, this girl never bothered to keep her distance from James Bolton, and with a bit of alcohol, her actions became even bolder. Add in the early May heat in Shenzhen, both of them were wearing thin clothes, so those accidental touches felt more like teasing. In just a few moments, James Bolton’s little buddy was hard as steel, and he almost couldn’t resist turning into a wolf and devouring the dazed little beauty right then and there.

The sparks flew for half the night. Only after driving Megan York home did James Bolton impatiently drive to the Benlai Bar—not because he was desperate, but because his little brother was rebelling! As for using his own hands? That self-reliant idea never even crossed his mind. Ever since he first tasted the pleasures of men and women, his hands had completely forgotten that skill.

As for this Seeror, she was the ‘one-night stand’ partner James Bolton found at Benlai Bar last night. The people looking for one-night stands in this bar are all men and women with proper jobs and good incomes. They don’t come here for transactions, money, or friendship—they just want a night of pleasure and the thrill of physical intimacy with a stranger. After a brief conversation, if they find each other agreeable, they’ll go find a place with a bed and spend the night together. After the most intimate night, once both are dressed and ready, they become strangers again.

So here, neither men nor women reveal any personal information, nor do they ask about anyone else’s privacy—not even real names. For example, this ‘well-endowed’ woman in her mid-twenties called herself Seeror, and James Bolton introduced himself as Sam. Of course, the place they chose for their close encounter was not anyone’s home. Right now, Seeror and James Bolton were in a four-star hotel across the street from Benlai Bar.