"I'm not angry,"
she said indifferently, waving her hand to push his head away.
"Erina,"
he tightened his grip around her, no intention of letting go.
"Speak if you have something to say,"
Flossie glanced at him.
"Is it possible for you to fall for me?" he asked in a low voice, filled with deep helplessness.
"I don't know."
At the mention of this, Flossie slightly lowered her eyes.
"What about Glenn Hutchinson?"
There was a hint of testing in her casual inquiry.
Her heart gave a "thump."
With a stern face, Flossie frowned, but did not answer.
Seeing her expression, Perry Reed was slightly stunned. Then, his pupils shrunk, and his deep, dark eyes surged with undercurrents, a sign of impending danger.
"Feeling something?"
The smile at the corners of his mouth deepened, Perry Reed asked nonchalantly.
"What do you want to do?" Flossie's brow furrowed even tighter, even showing a bit of wariness.
