Zachary Armstrong raised an eyebrow, not knowing what that woman was trying to hide: "So what if it is?"
Yvonne was slightly startled. Although he had shown several times that he indeed had some feelings for her, she had never believed it. But now that he said this...
"Zachary Armstrong, do you know that liking a woman isn't done the way you are doing it?"
"Then how should it be done?"
"If you really like me, doing this will only make me dislike you more and more. I can't possibly accept you; it will only backfire."
Zachary Armstrong smiled at Shirley Fisher, pulling her to sit on the sofa, pulling Shirley Fisher onto his thigh, and his big hand gently stroked her spine, as if savoring something.
Yvonne didn't push him away but slowly said, "So, since you like me, you should first understand my preferences, see what kind of man I like, appear when I need you, comfort me when I'm sad, make me feel like I can rely on you, and gradually win my heart."
