Chapter 18.2: The descendant of Sherlock Holmes

Ryder wanted to kill herself right then, unable to handle the fact that those words were said by her. Feeling as if she would be suffocated by embarrassment, she borrowed Jasmine's habits of being violent when in a difficult situation and shoved Jake hard. So hard he almost fell off the bed.

"You... you get out. Shoo. Leave right now." With every word, she shoved him once, pulled him twice, pushed him to the window. If someone watched this scene without knowing of the existence of the terrace behind the window, they would think Ryder for sure was trying to murder the poor innocent, and faultless Jake who had started very innocently to chuckle yet still blushing. His whole body felt warm as that sweet feeling only Ryder made him feel, filled his entire being. He felt like a stuffed animal. Stuffed with cotton and butterflies.

His head had only one sentence roaming around, making him look as if he had a few loose screws when smiling.

She said she was willing to kiss me. Hehe (^艸^)

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