Drexel approached Queenie Welch with a wicked grin on his face.
Watching the approaching "Ethan Smith," a trace of doubt flashed through Queenie's eyes.
The Ethan Smith in front of her seemed a bit different from the one she knew.
"You fucking stop right now!" Ethan Smith shouted urgently upon seeing the situation.
Ignoring Ethan Smith, Drexel cheerfully walked up to Queenie and touched her face.
Queenie's face instantly turned red, like a ripe tomato.
Drexel tilted Queenie's face up with one hand and said with a grin, "Little sister, are you into me?"
Queenie blushed all the way down to her neck, stammering and unable to speak a word.
"Drexel! You'd better fucking stop!" Ethan Smith couldn't help his impatience.
Ignoring Ethan Smith, Drexel gently caressed Queenie's face, saying with a grin, "Tonight, wait for me obediently in your room."
Queenie opened her mouth, her face flushed like a sunset.
Facing this kind of "Ethan Smith," she seemed somewhat at a loss.