Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal) novel Chapter 473

Chapter 473

Harold put Crystal on the ground. She looked at the river outside the branch and asked, “Do people in Fairby have the custom of putting river lanterns?”

“Yes.” Harold said, “But no one does it.”

“?” Crystal asked, “Why?”

Harold said, “One will get a fine of thirty dollars if he’s caught.”

Crystal, “…”

Crystal subconsciously covered her pocket tightly. Then she remembered that she actually didn’t have any money in her pocket, so she let go of it and sighed. “I thought of putting a river lantern for my mother on the Hungry Ghost Festival.”

“I heard that the river is a medium between the underworld and the human world. The river lantern can float with the water to the underworld.”

“Didn’t you say that you are not superstitious?”

Crystal said confidently, “I am only superstitious at times. It’s Science that worships the gods. You don’t understand.”

Harold, “…”

He didn’t know whether it was science that would die of anger or the gods who would vomit blood.

Crystal squatted on the ground and suddenly pulled the corner of his clothes. “Squat down. I’ll tell

you a secret.”

Harold raised his eyebrows slightly, squatted down, and asked, “What’s it?”

Crystal approached him and kissed him on the corner of his mouth. “I’m very happy tonight.”

“…” Harold paused for a moment, then suddenly wrapped his arms around Crystal’s waist, picked her up, and pressed her against Crape Myrtle Flower’s trunk.

Crystal and he looked at each other.

Harold was more than 20 centimeters taller than her. To be able to meet his eyes, it meant that her feet were suspended in the air. Crystal relied on the help of Harold’s arm around her waist. She was a little flustered. “What are you doing?”

The wind blew across the river’s surface, making it a little chilly. It blew past Crystal’s cheeks. The sky was dim, which made Crystal’s eyes look especially bright. Harold lowered his eyes and kissed her on the eyelids. His voice was a little hoarse. “Crystal.”

Crystal stopped in her tracks and turned to look at him. “That will cost you a lot of money, right?”

Harold, “Yes.”

Not only would it cost a lot of money, but he would also have to make use of his power.

Crystal said, “Forget it. Why not you give me the money for the fireworks instead? My bank account

number is 67630…”

Harold let go of her hand. “Forget it.”

Crystal took two small steps forward and hugged his arm. “You can set off fireworks for me, but you can’t give me money?”

Harold looked down at her in the moonlight. His eyelashes were long and straight, with a bit of sharpness. The cold moon and stars were all in the sky. Only Crystal’s face was reflected in his pupils. He touched her chest with his finger and said, “When a woman has money, she will become

bad.”