Novel & Cerita Que Prefieres Preguntas

I placed my hand under my chin and thought for a while. “Do you think I’m handsome?” She stared at me indifferently. “What kind of question is that? I thought we were getting to know each other.” “I know. But I’m just curious about whether you think I’m handsome or not,” I smiled. I actually have a lot of questions that I wanted to ask her— like her favorite TV show, song, and many more, but I feel like I’d get to know about those things in due time. The opportunity to ask this question and get an honest answer is very rare!

“What’s your favorite movie?” The question came out of nowhere, but I was still able to give the confused, breathless answer, “The Princess Bride. Why?” With a grin, he shook his head and murmured, “No reason. Favorite color?” “Blue. Light blue.” Was he going to play twenty questions or get back to kissing me? As if reading my mind, he grinned and pecked the tip of my nose with his lips. “What’d you want to be when you were little?”

He said with a horrified face. "It's like you made up your mind to decline everything." I pouted. "We can do the questions thing. And only truth accepted." "Okay like 20 questions. So you go first?" He thought for a moment, "How do you feel if you woke up and you are famous?"

"Do you have any allergies? Food sensitivities?" Wait, what? "I—no? I don't think so." "Favorite food?" I blinked at him. "What?" "Your favorite food. What is it?" "I don't—why are you asking me this?" "Just answer the question." Was he serious right now? "I don't know. Pasta, I guess? Why does it—" "What about clothes? What size do you wear?" My face went hot. "That's kind of personal." "I need to know what to have prepared for you."

Before Qingxi could answer her well-prepared answer to such a question, another question was asked by none other than Lu Jingzhe. "What's your favorite color?" Lu Jingzhe asked while picking up a notepad and a pen to make it seem like it was one of the most important questions in the world and will decide her future in the field. "Uhh...Black?" Qingxi answered confusingly, looking at the man who had questioned her the first question earlier. As Qingxi tried to answer the question once again, she was interrupted again. "Why black?" Lu Jingzhe asked twirling the pen looking all serious.

This one didn’t look half bad to her. She picked the one at her desk. It was her. Now on to the rest of the questionnaire and essay. She knew from the questions she was going to have to lie, What was your favorite date? What is an ideal partner? What do you like to do in your spare time? Hobbies?

I say. “Ready?” he asks, kissing the back of my head. I nod. “Here it goes. Favourite colour?” he asks. “Purple,” I say quickly. I notice that he smiles. “Food you prefer, although I might know the answer,” he asks. “Everything that makes you fat,” I reply, twisting the side of my face as he rolls his eyes. “Favourite singer?” he asks. “Taylor Swift,” I reply and watch him throw his hands up in exasperation.

She hesitates, pretending to be shy. “I was just wondering if you enjoyed yourself too? What was your favorite part.”

I ask, crossing my legs, one on top of the other. “I would never…Are you fucking Demi Perez?” He asks openly. Well, I gave her head, there's a difference. Oh, and it was awesome. I'd love to do it again… “No I'm not,” I respond before I get lost in my fantasies. “Okay, but you plan on fucking her, right?” Not just that . “Your point exactly?” I ask. “Because that's the most trending question,” he says. “Whether I'm fucking her?” I pry.