““Hey, you’re so fast.” “No time for sarcasm.” “I’m not going to kiss you.” “Trust me, even I actually really want to put my lips on yours now, we need to get out first.” “How long were we--” “Two months. Now, can you walk?” “Two months? It takes two months for you to find us? I thought we’re so deeply in love, it also comes with some kind of love GPS or something.” “GPS?” “Tracker.” “Oh, and I can’t walk. I barely can feel my right leg.” “Come on.” “I am so ashamed of myself. I thought this day would never come.” “Getting out from this hell?” “Carried in bridal style.” “We’re so deeply in love, remember?””
