Saying this, she reached out to cover Harry Hall's lips and said:
"Why didn't I know before that you were such a talker."
A faint fragrance from Helen Melendy's hand wafted to Harry Hall's nose, making him feel a bit distracted.
His throat felt dry, suppressing the restlessness in his heart, he cleared his throat twice and said:
"If I had known you only remembered things from school, I should have agreed with you back then."
He deepened his gaze, slowly leaned closer to her smiling face, and said:
"That way, you'd know exactly how well I can talk."
Helen Melendy looked at his approaching face, with undisguised affection and adoration in his eyes, her heart involuntarily skipped a few beats.
"Alright, stop teasing."
She awkwardly avoided Harry Hall's eyes, trying to calm her heart that seemed ready to jump out, and pushed him away.
Harry Hall looked at her blushing face and decided not to tease her any further.
