Lorraine Hanson let out a cold laugh, his eyes somewhat clear at the moment.
Seeming to have gained a hint of consciousness, he grasped her arm tightly, preventing her from rising easily.
"...What do you think I'm going to do?" The man's face suddenly lowered, just ten centimeters away from hers, his hot breath spraying onto her face and causing her skin to instantly flush. "Hehe..."
He patted her cheek, his eyes gradually becoming blurry again, yet he continued speaking, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in your type!..."
After saying that, he suddenly wrapped his arms around her and lay down.
The couch was wide, more than enough space for two people to lie down, but Tracy was almost lying sideways in his embrace, their bodies pressing closely together, making her feel as if the entire hall had become narrow!
