Noah Drexler reached out and embraced her, letting her sit steadily beside him.
Even though she didn't raise her head to look at him, she could still clearly feel the chill emanating from his dark eyes, tightly fixed on her face.
His sharp gaze made her feel somewhat inexplicably guilty, even though she hadn't done anything wrong.
He furrowed his brows, lowered his eyes to stare at her for a moment, then asked her with a serious face, in a deep voice.
"Who taught you?"
"What?" Summer Shawcross was completely confused by his question, full of bewilderment.
Who taught her what? Blowing dry hair? That's something that doesn't need teaching, isn't it? Any normal person would just turn on the switch and blow it.
Besides, his hair is so short, drying it shouldn't be difficult, right?
"Pleasing men!" The man tightly pressed his thin lips, his handsome face carrying a complicated expression.
Pleasing men?
