Hallie Morgan stared at Ariella Winslow, no wonder her figure was so good, she had been practicing ballet since her childhood…
Hallie looked at Ariella again and fell into deep thought.
Compared to her, my upbringing feels really inadequate…
Hallie sat there reading a book in the evening when Dylan Collins entered and said, "You are surprisingly well-behaved today, still reading."
"Hmm, I want to improve my personal cultivation, to make myself seem a bit more cultured!"
Dylan looked at her quizzically.
"Improve your demeanor? Why?" He chuckled, "Forget it, give up. If reading a few books could improve your demeanor, then after all the books you were forced to read in school, you should have improved a lot."
"..."
Hallie looked up, pouting, "You...you think I have no demeanor, too."
Hallie frowned, her voice carrying a hint of aggrievement.
Dylan couldn't help but feel that something was off with her lately...
