Nora Harrow smiled mischievously at Tessa Caldwell and said perfunctorily, "Tessa Caldwell, I find your words so impressive and touching."
"Not too bad," Tessa waved her hand, continuing with her deeply affectionate depiction, "Imagine if there's a woman who, in the early morning, brings you a steaming cup of coffee with a heart shape made of white milk in it. How warm would that be? If it were me, and a man did that for me, I'd definitely be so moved I'd cry and shout to marry him!"
Nora Harrow nodded vigorously, like a pecking chick, "Yes, yes."
Xavier Warren couldn't listen anymore, both angry and frustrated, his face flushed red, as he suddenly stood up from the sofa: "Tessa!"
Can't hold it in? Tessa blinked, looking at him with some surprise, "What's wrong? What do you want to say?"
Xavier Warren's eyelids twitched heavily! Feeling guilty, he immediately admitted defeat.
He forced a laugh, "Nothing, just accidentally saw a post on this site, a very interesting post."
