Audrey was very warm to her, and Winnie could feel it.

She looked at Audrey with an awkward expression, then she secretly glanced at Harold.

"I..." Winnie clenched her fists and replied nervously, "I'm still a student. I want to focus on my studies, and ... I never thought about dating, so..."

What a pure heart.

However, when Winnie stole a glance at Harold just now, Audrey saw everything.

"You haven't thought about dating for the time being, but that doesn't mean that you won't be dating in the future. During the school days, anyone has their ideal type, such as the active type, the cold type, the warm type, and so on. For example, those who like big eyes, big eyes, tall nose, cute mouth, and beautiful hands." Audrey threw out a few words.

Winnie didn't know how to answer.

Seeing Winnie's uneasiness, Harold asked in annoyance.

"Audrey, what's your ideal type in school?"

"Of course I like..." Audrey felt the atmosphere in the car suddenly drop, and the center of the pressure was Bryson, who was beside her, causing her voice to stop.

That was close. She almost blurted it out.

It was a trap.

Harold was tricking her.

Audrey changed the way she spoke. "Of course, I like the cold type, just like Bryson."

Harold rolled his eyes.

He could tell that this was not the answer his sister wanted to say.

Audrey couldn't say something

the suffocating pressure disappear and her heart

continued to ask Winnie. "So, what type do you

murmured and said

can tell me. Perhaps in the future,

to her, and boldly said, "I like sunny,

Winnie's face and teased with a smile, "Isn't it Harold? My brother happens to meet your

Winnie blushed even more.

and

said? I was just guessing the type Winnie

Harold was speechless.

with interest, "So,

Winnie didn't say anything.

She just blushed.

too shameful. How

yes, wouldn't that be equivalent to confessing to Harold? If she didn't answer, would that make Harold misunderstand

a dilemma, Winnie was so entangled

that Winnie was awkward, Audrey

your answer. Now..." Audrey shifted her gaze to

looked at Harold cautiously, her heart thumping as she

what kind of answer Harold

can you stop

It's a chit-chat. Why are you suddenly

want to answer

on the back of the chair and smiled.

Harold was speechless.

now? Wasn't he still indirectly asking what

Bryson focused on driving

that even if he asked Bryson for help, Bryson would not help him.

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