Julia Land's question was so inconceivable.
She suddenly felt like her brain was broken.
James Thompson's thin lips curved slightly, "I think it's your brain that's broken."
Julia Land was instantly dumbfounded.
"How can you curse me like that?"
Don't want to sleep together anymore, right?
James Thompson didn't want to continue with this uninspiring topic, "Be good, don't talk nonsense. Our private lives are very clean; you lack some medical knowledge."
When a man gets straight to the point, it's really a matter of life and death.
"How about having dinner together tonight?"
"I'm not going. My brain is sick; I need treatment."
Julia Land raised an eyebrow; she stood up and nodded with a smile, "Thank you, Doctor Thompson. I'll be leaving first."
James Thompson chuckled under his breath.
He swept her off her feet, literally picking up the pretentious Julia Land.
Julia let out a quiet exclamation, her fingers clutching at his clothes.