The Warmhearted You || Chaennie

Ch.10- Blue Roses

The gentle sister with a good appearance and figure was very popular with young people. Since the opening of the shop, many young people have confessed to Jennie. Sometimes there would even be two people who came to confess per week. The students, full of vitality and energy, made Jennie feel troubled.

For a shop to make money, it cannot afford to offend customers, and so she could only handle each confession in a roundabout and peaceful way. Some people who were thin-skinned stopped after one try, while others grew more frustrated and courageous after each rejection.

Chasing people also tested the person's emotional intelligence, how well a person can understand the other's preferences. Jennie always preferred to be low-key, so she liked those ordinary and quiet confessions compared to those high-profile gifts and crazy affections.

Last Saturday, a boy came to the store with a large bouquet of purple tulips. Jennie told the other party that she was in a relationship, but he didn't believe her because Roseanne was not there, and thought it was just an excuse. He happened to come again twice after that, and coincidentally, Roseanne was there for those two times.

On the surface, Roseanne seemed not to react, but her eyes would go dull for a moment, and her body would exude an aura of pressure. Although she didn't say or do anything, she cared.

Jennie felt helpless. The boy was still persistent. She repeatedly refused, but it didn't work, and the customers just watched. Roseanne's method of solving the problem was relatively simple and straightforward, walking past the boy, and ordered at the bar. She would not give the boy a single chance to talk to Jennie, and finally, the boy became frustrated and left.

Later, Roseanne would corner her in the restroom and kiss her fiercely, but when walking home, she would say nothing. Jennie thought she was angry, but Roseanne never expressed it.

In short, it made her feel awkward.

Whenever Roseanne seemed to feel jealous, Jennie tried to calm her down and soothe her feelings. Like making this cake just for her. Or else, it would be another awkward night.

She opened the cake's packaging and felt that this situation was a little funny, and could not help the corners of her mouth from rising.

Roseanne glanced at her, her expression moving ever so slightly, picked up the Tiramisu and ate it quietly, then sipped her drink, and whispered, "It's ok."

Jennie smiled and went back to work.

At nine, the two went to the newly opened Japanese restaurant and returned home at nearly ten-thirty.

Jennie grabbed her and kissed her lips, then let go: "Go to bed early and come over for breakfast tomorrow morning."

Roseanne hooked her hands around Jennie's waist and said, "Ok."

Roseanne's strength didn't loosen, and she wasn't letting Jennie leave.

Jennie didn't rush her and hugged her back while Roseanne leaned forward and kissed her cheek, before letting her go in.

In the middle of the night, a light rain drizzle, but Jennie slept all night peacefully, and by the next day, the sky was blue and clear.

Roseanne did not have any classes today, so Jennie got up at eight to make breakfast. Just after she was done, she was about to wake Roseanne and call her over when the doorbell rang.

She took off her apron and opened the door. A bouquet of blue roses appeared before her, and she froze. Before she could do anything, the Roseanne grabbed her with one hand and led her inside.

Because she lived alone, Jennie had only worn a loose blouse, which was convenient for the other party.

"Morning." Roseanne kissed her chin, lips, and went down to explore the valley between Jennie's breasts.

Jennie could not help but inhale a sharp breath and stuttered as she said: "How early... when did you... when...?"

"Not too long ago." Roseanne pressed her against the wall and lifted her blouse. Jennie raised her hands to Roseanne's shoulders, stepped in a little, and leaned towards her involuntarily.

Water droplets condensed and slipped on the window glass, leaving traces behind.

Jennie curled her legs and clutched at the sheets below her...