Landon Brooke took a shallow breath, no longer caring about the heat on his face. Under the dim light, no one could probably see the flush on his cheeks, right?
Landon Brooke comforted himself and then said—
"Alright, your turn."
His tone was extremely calm, possessing a semblance of grace.
As soon as he finished speaking, Tiana Williams leaned in without a hint of reservation, not bothering to hide her desire to freely invade his personal space.
Thinking of this, Landon Brooke suddenly remembered an embarrassing incident involving this young lady.
When they first met, she was only a few years old and somehow learned that there were differences between boys and girls; one day, she came to find him secretively in the backyard where he was painting.
'Brother Four, can I do a trade with you?'
'A trade? Do you even know what that word means?'
'I know... Do we have a deal?'
'What trade?'
