Molly was stunned for a while, then she stood up and walked towards the bedroom aggressively.
She had told Christopher just now that he had a fiancee, she would never love him.
If she didn't firmly reject him now, she would feel so embarrassed.
Molly couldn't figure out why she cared about her reputation so much when she was with Christopher.
Molly opened the door and didn't see him there. She heard flushing came from the bathroom.
He was there.
Molly strode to the bathroom and knocked on the door.
"Christopher, come out!"
Christopher didn't reply. Molly could hear flushing vaguely.
Was he washing his hands?
Molly decided to wait.
She knocked on the door so loud that Christopher must have heard it.
Molly had not waited long before Christopher slowly opened the door.
He asked with a wired expression, "Are you in a hurry?"
"Me?" Molly blushed, "Of course not. I'm not that kind of person."
How could he say that?
What kind of a question was that?
Christopher narrowed his eyes, "What kind of person are you then?"
"I..." Seeing that Christopher had a puzzled
expression, Molly felt that she might have misunderstood him.
"It's none of your business." Molly hurriedly pushed Christopher away, rushed into the bathroom, and closed the door.
Christopher stood at the door and thought about her words. Then, he understood what Molly meant just now.
He stood quietly by the door and listened. It was quiet in the bathroom.
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