"I folded it." Asher Hawn raised his eyebrows and looked at the surprised woman. "I folded every paper crane with my own hands. Do you like it?"
I like it, but...
Nora Smith frowned and gave Asher Hawn a speechless look. "Asher Hawn, are you so idle?"
Asher Hawn stretched out his hand and rubbed her eyebrows, and handsome face pretended to take a somewhat wronged expression. "Didn't you say you want romance?"
Romantic... well, she just said it casually. Does this man take it seriously?
There is a touch of helplessness in Nora Smith's beautiful eyes. "So old-fashioned."
"Is it old-fashioned?" Asher Hawn's deep eyes smiled. "It doesn't matter if you don't like paper cranes, there are others."
"Others?" Nora Smith stunned, what did this man do?
Asher Hawn got up, stepped up to Nora Smith with long legs, took her hand, and said, "Come with me."
He took Nora Smith to the window and pointed out. "Look over there."