"No!" Purple Summers twisted herself away, refusing to look at him, her ear tips burning red.
Alexander Summers was genuinely curious now.
Could she be running a fever?
He touched her forehead but it didn't feel hot.
Alexander picked up Purple and held her close, scrutinizing her expression carefully.
Purple looked both embarrassed and annoyed, the epitome of a tangled mess.
"Your face is so red, it couldn't be for no reason," Alexander narrowed his eyes, "Purple, won't you tell me?"
"It's nothing," Purple hung her head low, not daring to meet Alexander's eyes.
Alexander fell silent and glanced at his laptop, suddenly realizing something, and immediately got out of bed to turn on the computer—
Purple's head drooped even lower.
The only sound was the hurried tapping of Alexander's fingers on the keyboard, then silence followed.
Purple waited a long time, yet still no sound came, and the room grew eerily quiet.
She carefully lifted her head, sneaking a glance—
