Tim Morrison's eyes went wide, jealousy churning in his heart—damn it, in his lifetime, he had never seen Grace Murdock blush like that for him!
Watching her complexion, he couldn't help but say, "You like her that much, huh?"
Grace Murdock seemed to snap out of it and with a light cough, she couldn't help but complain, "If you hadn't been talking trash about her, I might have gotten to know her even sooner."
Upon hearing her words, Tim Morrison instantly felt so choked with anger that he turned his head away and muttered gloomily, "You don't even like me that much."
His jealousy was evident, and Grace Murdock fixed her gaze on him, then suddenly laughed. She reached out to touch his face, where there was the imprint of a red handprint she had accidentally slapped on.
Does it hurt?" Grace Murdock sighed, "Whose fault is it that you kissed me out of the blue without saying a word? Look, you got slapped, right?"
