"Flow? Hmm, you're right." Mary Scott, flustered, pointed her delicate finger at David Locke, but before she could utter the next word, David Locke leaned close to her ear and completed the sentence for her, all while providing an answer himself.
Mary Scott's wide, doe-like eyes stared in disbelief, her fair cheeks tinged with an alluring pink. Her lips, slightly parted from shock, showed that she wasn't yet accustomed to the directness of the man before her.
"Hahaha…" David Locke couldn't contain his laughter at her bewildered, dazed expression. His large hand rubbed Mary Scott's head gently, "Why are you so silly?"
Mary Scott snapped out of it, realizing she'd been teased. Her small face puffed up indignantly, "You… you've changed so much!"
Not long ago, this man seemed so proper! How did he suddenly become so shameless?
"Changed into what?" David Locke's interest was piqued.
But Mary Scott couldn't answer him immediately. Avoiding his gaze, she bit her lip in annoyance.
