"Mr. Clinton."
Marlene coldly retrieved her hands from his grasp.
"We're not that familiar with each other. Please uphold your dignity."
"Tsk, tsk," the young man curled his lips and clicked his tongue, then he replied, "that's where you're wrong, Marlene."
Despite receiving a direct refusal, the young man did not retreat; rather, he became increasingly bold.
"Our family are close friends, am I right? When we were kids, our parents have been—"
"That was a long time ago."
Marlene interrupted him coldly.
"Since your family migrated to the Country of Light, any sort of relationship we had is now void. Please mind your conduct. Don't act like a ruffian who likes to chase after skirts. It is very much impolite."
"Marlene…" Billy sighed, "it was just a few years since we last met, when did you become so stubborn?"
Even though he spoke these words, his proud smile on his face didn't fade one bit.