Skinship?
Annie Taylor sputtered a mouthful of water, spraying it all over the man's face in front of her: "Cough, cough... What did you just say? Say it again..."
The man lowered his eyes, with quite a few water droplets clinging to his eyelashes.
He wasn't angry, though. He raised his hand to wipe his face with a tissue, moving quite elegantly.
"Half a year ago, at the Maple Bar in the capital city, you were drinking with your friends. As soon as I walked into the pub, you rushed up to me... and took liberties with me." Harold Smyth spoke to Annie Taylor steadily, his tone carrying a hint of resentment.
Annie Taylor paused, seemingly trying to recall if such a thing had happened back then.
But, she had to admit, after he mentioned it, she did seem to remember something like that occurred.
But what was the reason at that time?
Annie Taylor frowned, thinking carefully for a while, then said: "Ah... I remember... Was that person you at that time?"
