Ivy Grant's heart nearly stopped, and naturally she couldn't care less whether the hand that slapped her shoulder was big or small, or whether the force was light or heavy.
"What are you doing?"
That childish voice allowed Ivy to breathe a sigh of relief. Wasn't that Dylan Flack? She really wanted to punch him!
"What are you doing? Do you have to scare me to death to be happy?" Ivy turned around, and as expected, it was Dylan standing there.
Was it such a big deal that he simply patted her shoulder?
"I just didn't know what you were up to, so I patted you. That's okay, right?"
Ah, Ivy sighed heavily and still glared fiercely at Dylan. He knew nothing, and it would be pointless to explain anyway.
"I'm just hungry, okay! Is it wrong to eat something?" Ivy took out a piece of mille crepe cake from the refrigerator, then slammed the refrigerator door shut with a bang.
