Perhaps I Could Ask Mike

The car was parked in front of Miffy's bar.

There was a steel staircase outside that could lead to the second floor, and Miffy lived on the second floor.

Scarlett hurriedly ran out of the car and went up the stairs. After two steps, she turned back.

She knocked on the car window twice, and Mike lowered the window.

"What now?"

He thought he shouldn't have been so soft-hearted!

He couldn't bear to see her tears, so he brought her here. He didn't want her to say something he doesn't like.

To express his displeasure, Mike kept a straight face.

When Scarlett returned, she didn't say anything. She just held up Mike's face and kissed it.

"Thank you..."

"Fool!" Mike wanted to knuckle her head again.

Scarlett reached out, held her arms around his neck, and whispered something in his ear.

It was already dark, and darkness covered her blushing face.

She said something so bold that Mike calmed down immediately.

The silly little wild cat was not silly at this moment.