Chapter 261
Crystal said seriously, “That’s right! I thought so too. Freud looks tall and strong, but he is so fragile.” “Crystal.” Harold’s voice was indifferent. “Do you believe this nonsense yourself?”
“…” Crystal said, “Well, I don’t believe it. I just suddenly wanted to eat lamb skewers.”
Harold lowered his eyes and looked at the outline of her face in the darkness. “Is it delicious?” Crystal raised her hand. “I’ve packed some for you. Do you want to have a taste? It’s delicious.” “Thank you for remembering me.” Harold’s voice was full of sarcasm. “But it’s already half past twelve. I won’t eat anything.”
Crystal slowly put down her hand, coughed, and said, “Then I’ll put them in the refrigerator… Put me down first. Being here makes me a little scared.”
After all, her back was completely suspended in the air. If she was not careful, she could fall directly into the living room.
Harold didn’t let go.
Not only did he not let Crystal go, but he also pushed Crystal a little to the back. Crystal was so scared that she screamed, “Ah, ah, I know I’m wrong! I really know I’m wrong! Don’t make me fall to death. Ah, ah, ah, if I fall, my head will explode. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah…”
Harold, “…”
“You’re so good at talking. Why don’t you coax me?” Harold leaned against Crystal’s ear and said in a low voice, with a kind of husky sexiness. “Say something nice.”
Crystal’s eyes were filled with tears. “I, I don’t know how.”
“When I was in school, my teacher didn’t teach me how to coax men.”
“Don’t you have a sweet mouth?” Harold said, “You don’t even know how to say something nice?”
“I don’t have a sweet mouth…” Crystal said timidly, “It’s not sweet at all. Let’s go to eat barbecue. The grilled corn is delicious… uh!”
Harold covered her mouth, pressed his lips against hers, and said, “I’ll try it myself to see if it’s sweet or not.”
Crystal, “!”
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