"You go first, she stays."
The words of Glenn Hutchinson carried his usual tone, inscrutable yet never suggestive.
Unquestionably, it was hard for Becca Reyes to doubt his reasons for keeping Flossie Wright behind. After briefly speaking with Flossie, she hurriedly stepped into the night.
Meanwhile, Flossie, lying on the grassland, lazily lifted her eyelids, scanning Glenn from bottom to top. Her gaze finally settled on his handsome face.
"Something you want?"
Flossie raised her eyebrows without any intention of standing up, her eyes, dark as ink, reflecting sparkling lights, dazzling and captivating.
Glenn took a few steps forward, pausing only when he reached Flossie's side. He slowly squatted down, met her eyes, and asked with unusual calmness, "How many kilograms?"
