If You Want Me - Chapter 964 The Past (3)
Little people but were bad tempered.
Debbie covered her head with her hand and looked at him with a stupid look. Her face suddenly changed, as bright as a chrysanthemum. She said, “Tell me, what were you thinking just now when you were in a daze?”
The man’s voice was soft, as if he was bewitching her. Hearing his words and his sound, Debbie couldn’t help shaking her head. She gritted her teeth and insisted on not answering. She just lowered her head to look at the examination paper in her hand, which had been modified.
All the secrets of young girls should not be told to him. Even if he was not the one she liked, she could not tell him either.
Her mother had told her before that all secrets could only be called secrets when no second person knew them. If others knew them, they could not be called secrets anymore.
So she could only shake her head.
Baron very wanted to know, but when he saw that she was forced to speak it out and could fight with anyone, he inexplicably felt a little cute.
He coughed and touched his nose.
Then he saw that Debbie seemed to be a little embarrassed and raised her head, staring straight at him, and then quickly looked away.
Her shy and timid look made Baron’s heart beat faster. Baron liked to see Debbie’s emotional changes because of him.
If people were happy, he could be happy too. If she was sad, he would be even sadder. But no matter what kind of emotional change he felt, he could feel it.
Because he really wanted to know that in fact, he still held some weight in her heart. After all, she could change her emotions.
He turned around, covered his chest with his hand, took a sip of tea, and then hurriedly stuffed the cup into her and asked her. “Do you need some water?”
Debbie was stunned. The cup in her hand was burning, but she didn’t want to let it go.
Now the atmosphere was so embarrassing that she couldn’t help asking, “Do you think I can really be reborn before the mid
Debbie decided to leave as soon as possible, while Baron, who was waiting for her to give her a farewell hug, felt very uncomfortable.
Standing at the door and watching the man leaving quickly, she touched her face and thought, “Was he too ugly or too fierce to talk? How could he leave so eagerly?”
In an instant, her face, which had just been healed, began to darken again.
Debbie felt a chill on her back, as if she was being stared at by a ghost. She was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat. Whether she provoked something unclean?
She had always been masculine. How could it be possible? Debbie laughed at herself and thought that she might have such an great illusion because she felt a little guilty to Baron.
So she sped up reluctantly.
When she came back home, she smelled the fragrance of food and her mother’s slight cough. The kitchen was small, so she was afraid of touching anything.
It was not well ventilated inside, but her mother was almost used to the strong smell of oil and smoke, and then she was choked to tears and snot.
Debbie was bending over the kitchen door. Her mother felt her and said, “There is a strong smell of oil and smoke here. You go out first. It will be ready soon. Go to wash your hands.”
“Mom, I’m not afraid. I want to be with you.”