She thought about how she had said in the morning that she didn't need his help, but by evening, she ended up calling him for assistance, and blushed slightly. After all, Joseph Grant's appearance wasn't something a college student like her could handle on her own.
"Uh, thank you," she said, lightly biting her lip.
"That's it?"
She thought about treating him to a meal or buying things at the supermarket as a thank-you gesture, which he had already talked about last time, so she was too embarrassed to mention it again.
He raised his hand slightly, "Come here."
So she obediently stood in front of him, and he reached out to embrace her, "What I want is not your thanks."
"Then what do you want?" she asked.
"What do you think?"
