Chapter 195

That summer during her third year of middle school, she had said, “Sean Stewart, let’s date. You’ll take care of me.”

The white-shirt teenager turned his head around and stared at her with his lucid phoenix eyes without saying a word. He then turned back around and started walking. She chased after him and grabbed his hand from the back. “You’re so mean. It’s really easy to take care of me. You don’t think you can do it?”

Up until today, Jane Dunn still remembered the teenager’s answer.