Clyde Summers said nothing, just smiled faintly at her.
It was a flirtatious smile, a teasing smile, a keenly interested smile, and also a mischievous smile.
Atra Blanc was so nervous from his gaze that her whole body tensed up, she pressed her lips together, and her cheeks unknowingly flushed.
Clyde Summers' smile deepened even further.
He suddenly stood up, and Atra shrank back, taking half a step backward.
At age fifteen, Clyde Summers was already 1.76 meters tall, standing in front of Atra Blanc, he was half a head taller than her.
From his elevated view, it was far easier to admire the girl's shyness.
"Why are you blushing?" Clyde Summers intriguingly stared at her, "Could it be... you thought I would make an inappropriate request? Like asking you to give me a kiss?"
Atra Blanc's face was bright red with embarrassment: "What nonsense are you talking?! You... you have a dirty mind!"
