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. asionally,
they woulde across some students who were already in rtionships, but no one paid much
attention to Crystal and Harold as they walked along the edge of the yground.
“Go to my ce?” Harold asked, “The hot water supply is rtively fast.”
Crystal preferred to take a shower at Harold’s ce 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.
She had nned to take a shower at Harold’s ce, but when she heard Harold’s question, she felt
that he had ulterior motives. “You’re inviting a little girl to take a shower at home. You’re such a
pervert.”
Harold’s eyes looked even deeper under the cold moon. Because of his high brow ridge, the shadow
cast in his eyes was very deep, and his eyes looked obscure. However, Crystal could hear the smile in
his voice. “I’ll change my words then.”
He bent slightly, and at that moment, Crystal saw the tenderness in his eyes. The man’s voice was light
and gentle. “The flowers you gave mest time have wilted. Can you give me another bunch?”
Crystal was speechless.
Crystal thought to herself, “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 bes difficult to refuse.”
“But we will all go back tomorrow.” Crystal said, “When we go back, I will send you off.”
The evening breeze 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 flowerless night?”
After taking a shower, Crystal sat on Harold’s bed in a daze. She couldn’t figure out how she had been
tricked there.
Harold came in from outside the door with a fruit te in his hand. There was a watermelon and an
orange in it. It looked pretty good when ced together. Crystal’s eyes lit up instantly. “Watermelon!”
The fruit tray was ced on the small table. Crystal ate a piece of sweet watermelon and remembered
to ask, “Where did you get it?”
Harold replied, “I found it there.”
Crystal was puzzled.
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Harold sat down beside her and said, “Your brother and the others are experienced. They have ways to
get cigarettes, wine, snacks, and fruits.”
Crystal swallowed the watermelon and said, “What will they eat if you rob them of their watermelon?”
Harold raised his eyebrows. “Why don’t you send it back?”
Crystal quickly protected the fruit te. “No!”
With two packs of cigarettes in his hands, Freud pushed open the door of Antony’s dorm in high spirits.
“Antony, where’s my watermelon? Hurry up and cut it. I’ll bring half of it to Crystal…”
Antony stood on the balcony, holding a fruit knife in his hand. The knife was stained with a red
unknown liquid.
Freud said, “What the f*ck, are youmitting suicide? Where’s my watermelon?”
“I’m going tomit suicide and I’m still not as important as your watermelon?” said Antony with a
gloomy
tone.
Freud said, “Come on, even if a pig climbed a tree, you wouldn’tmit suicide. And even if the pig
that climbed the tree was interested in you, you still wouldn’t do it.”
With a plop, Antony ced her knife on the chopping board and said, “There’s no need for you to bring
it to Crystal any more.”
“Ah?”