chapter 145 old times

I was afraid that Penelope wouldn't want to take me with her, so I sprinted to her car, opened the passenger door, got in, and quickly fastened my seat belt. Only then did I feel safe.

Penelope looked at me helplessly and said, "Why are you always so nervous?"

"You don't like to talk to me, okay? If I don't shamelessly pester you, we can only look at each other across the chasm."

"Who wants to look at you across the chasm?"

"You have no artistic conception....