"Just finished the renovation, wanted you to give it a look." Glenn Hutchinson said matter-of-factly.
"..."
Flossie Wright squinted her eyes.
Give it a look?
If he asked her to look at a saber or a gun, she could handle it. Now—
A house?
She could even live in a straw hut; she had no appreciation for houses.
Pausing for a moment, Flossie scratched her nose and said disinterestedly, "I have no experience."
"I trust your judgment."
Glenn Hutchinson replied slowly.
Flossie glared at him, "Not going."
With that, she planned to continue eating.
But Glenn Hutchinson leisurely watched her for a while, then with a smirk said, "You've slept in my bed."
"..." Flossie glanced at him sideways.
"Ate the meals I cooked." Glenn Hutchinson added another sentence.
"..."
"Don't want to help with such a small favor?"
Finally, Glenn Hutchinson asked rather disappointedly.
"..." Flossie was speechless.
