Spoil My Sweet Window

Chapter 697

Harold said, “What kind of answer do you want to hear?”

Crystal narrowed her eyes. “If it’s dirty, you have to wash it clean for me.” After a pause, she added, “I mean my clothes.”

Harold smiled. “What else could it be other than clothes?”

Crystal was speechless.

She was no match for Harold when it came to flirting.

Most students had their phones with them, and there were only a few of them outside. Occasionally, they would come across some students who were already in relationships, but no one paid much attention to Crystal and Harold as they walked along the edge of the playground.

“Go to my place?” Harold asked, “The hot water supply is relatively fast.”

Crystal preferred to take a shower at Harold’s place because hot water came quickly. Perhaps because there were too many people living in the student dormitory, hot water was always not enough, and it would take some time to get heated. She often took a cold bath.

heard Harold’s question, she felt that he had ulterior motives. “You’re inviting a little girl to take a

the cold moon. Because of his high brow ridge, the shadow cast in his eyes was very deep, and

Crystal saw the tenderness in his eyes. The man’s voice was light and gentle. “The flowers you gave me last time have wilted. Can you give me

Crystal was speechless.

“It’s not the act of being a flirt that’s scary, it’s the fact that he’s cultured and persuasive. Even if it was just an invitation to take a bath at his house, when a cultured person adds a bit of polish to his words, it becomes difficult

we will all go back tomorrow.” Crystal said,

blew over the girl’s skirt. Harold raised his hand and tucked her messy hair behind her ear. He said softly, “How can I sleep well on a

Crystal sat on Harold’s bed in a daze. She couldn’t

There was a watermelon and an orange in it. It looked pretty good when

placed on the small table. Crystal ate a piece of

“I

Crystal was puzzled.

beside her and said, “Your brother and the others are experienced. They have

if you rob them of their watermelon?” Harold raised his eyebrows. “Why don’t