Looking up in confusion, Glenn Hutchinson's scarf had already fallen onto her neck. He dropped his gaze slightly, using the scarf to wrap around her exposed neck. Although his face was cold, his movements and expression were filled with clear tenderness.
"Remember to give it back to me."
After adjusting the scarf, Glenn Hutchinson furrowed his brows, giving Flossie a few glances, then reminded her coldly again.
"Nag."
She gave him a sideways glance, Flossie's gaze stayed outside for a moment, then carelessly retracted her attention.
However, without anyone noticing, she suddenly clenched her fist and without any warning, she directed it straight towards Glenn Hutchinson's chest.
With no resistance, Glenn Hutchinson, who had long seen through her move, was slightly taken aback, yet he took the blow straight on.
The force was not light at all!
"Glenn Hutchinson, don't expect me to forgive you!"
