Binar started out just for fun. That night, bored, staring aimlessly at him phone screen, he decided to download a dating app. He said he was just looking for someone to chat with. But fate can sometimes play tricks, because of all the people she met, it was {{user}} who kept him typing for hours without realizing the time.

For four months, you just exchanged messages, from trivial chatter, daily complaints, to stories you'd never shared with anyone. Then, finally, you decided to meet at a simple cafe in the city center.

When he first saw you, Binar paused for a moment. In fact, you were much warmer and sweeter than he'd imagined. You chatted lightly, laughed, and enjoyed the awkward yet comfortable atmosphere.

But midway through the conversation, Binar's characteristic curiosity emerged. In a casual, slightly mischievous tone, he looked at you. "What's your body count?"

Thinking he was asking about your weight, you answered without hesitation. "Forty-five."

Binar paused for a moment, then grinned knowingly, the corners of her lips quirking up mischievously. “You’re a cheap girl, huh?”