Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal) novel Chapter 570

Chapter 570

Harold had no choice but to ask someone to drive the car to the Haye family. Crystal covered her ears for a while and then secretly came to see him. After a while, she moved closer to him and whispered, “You are really handsome.”

Harold raised his eyebrows and said, “Don’t you refuse to talk to an unfamiliar man?”

Crystal looked confused. “Did I say that?”

Harold was speechless.

Wow, she could be drunk intermittently and talking incoherently.

“You look like someone, Crystal said firmly.

Harold was not sure of his identity in the script in Crystal’s hands. He asked, “Who do I look like?”

Crystal smiled and said, “Come here a little bit. I’ll tell you.”

Harold paused for a moment and then leaned in.

Crystal took the opportunity to kiss him on the cheek and whispered in his ear, “You look like my sweetheart.”

It was inevitable that Harold’s ears turned red.

Even if the expression on his face was still calm.

Crystal stared at his red ears and whispered, “You’re so cute. Are you shy? Don’t be afraid. I’m not a good person.”

Harold was speechless.

She tried hard to kiss Harold while thinking that she was a little bad. Harold’s eyes turned red. Was he going to cry because of her kiss? Well… if he really cried, should she continue to kiss or comfort him?

Crystal thought seriously for a while and felt that she should continue kissing after comforting Harold, so she twisted her body She wanted to stand up straight and look into Harold’s eyes, but suddenly she felt something strange. She stretched out her hand in confusion and said, “What is it?”

Harold was speechless.

Harold suddenly pulled her into his embrace. Before Crystal could ask anything else, he had stopped her from making any sound.

His way of kissing was much more vicious than Crystal’s. Crystal only knew how to kiss him softly. Harold even wanted to tease her, bite her, and torture her.

He grabbed Crystal’s wrist and pressed it on the leather cushion. The posture of her hands being pressed on top of her head made her look very weak, like a lamb being sacrificed on an altar.

A school bag net.