"If that's what you think, you're sorely mistaken!"
Nana Jensen glanced up at him nonchalantly, the trace of an indifferent smile already gone, "Don't be fooled by my stature, but I am... sturdy, you still have a chance to back out now!"
"I've made my choice, to back out now would seem particularly unmanly," Graham Stones shrugged, "Bad judgment, no advantage gained, well... I'll just have to suck it up!"
Nana Jensen: "..."
It looked like this man was hell-bent on holding her!
Not to mention in modern society, even in ancient society, this was nothing out of the ordinary, she really wasn't in the position to make a fuss. However, being held by a strange man while wearing a shoulder-baring, strapless dress was truly... a bit unnatural for her!
"John, could you help me get a shawl?" When she turned her head and saw Willy Smith standing quietly on the side, the idea just popped into Nana Jensen's mind, "It's windy outside, and I'm a bit cold!"
"Sure!"
