To deal with a lovesick girl, you should mainly pamper her, using sweet nothings to deprive her of the ability to think.
The jerk coughed softly and cleared his throat, his magnetic scoundrel voice emerging as he spoke.
"Of course I miss you. Every day I can't wait to wake up wrapped in your embrace, gazing into each other's eyes, the morning sunlight dusting your cheeks, a smile on your lips, tender and gleaming. Wouldn't that be a marvelous scene?"
The girl's heart seemed to explode with a bang, cleanly shattered.
Ah! It's no good, I'm done for!
However, the jerk's routine continued.
Next, he'd paint her a romantic picture, the more unrealistic the better.
"In twenty years, our home might have turned into a seaside villa on a small Pacific island. We'd wake up, embrace, and gaze at the sea. When the sun sets, we'd be doing what we love on the pristine beach..."
