"Right?" Allen said mysteriously, "The way she threw that grape just now was so smooth, she looked like a little pepper."
"That's why you should stay away from her." Koa Jackson said calmly as he walked.
"That's not right!" Allen quickly caught up with him, scratching his head. "She looked so obedient just now when she was with you!"
"Oh!" Allen finally realized, drawing out his words, "Does she like you?"
Like me?
Koa Jackson was momentarily stunned, his thoughts raced.
He felt—
Mia Ginger should like him, but it was merely liking.
In front of him, she would feel nervous, be awkward, mostly obedient and sensible. Yet at the same time, she could hug and dance with other guys, and for self-respect, she could give up on him.
This affection shouldn't be too deep; he couldn't be sure.
Throughout so many years, no woman had ever made him consider love.
Mia Ginger was the first one.
He was very cautious, yet saw everything very clearly.
