"So, you're touched now?"
Seeing her like this, Michael Gordon boldly moved closer to her side and took the chance to pull her into his arms, "If you're touched, give me a chance to pursue you. If you think the pursuit is too cumbersome and dramatic, then just simply agree to me. Let's skip the courting and start interacting, okay?"
Ivy Aretha: "..."
Huh? What's going on?
Only then did Ivy realize she was being held in his arms, with the sounds of his strong heartbeats echoing from his back. Does he seem like someone afflicted with stomach pain?
Could it be that this man has been pretending to be ill?
Ivy frowned closely, looking at Michael Gordon with a layer of anger in her eyes.
"Michael Gordon, do you find it amusing to pretend to be sick and watch me serve you like a fool?"
Michael Gordon: "..."
Did he pretend to be sick? Was he amused? God knows, he really does have a stomach disease! It's just not that severe!
"Darling, don't be angry!"
