"Anya, don't you think this is exciting? Huh? How can this be considered an affair? We are both willing to do this, and we love each other, but it's Ben who is an idiot. He refused to leave even if he was told to, and he had to stay here with you."
Harry grinned wickedly, leaned over, hugged Anya and kissed her, and secretly glanced at Ben through the gap in the curtains.
At this time, Ben was still half-kneeling downstairs of Anya's house. Such a big commotion had attracted several curious neighbors to come and watch, and they started talking about it.
"Ben! What...what are you doing? I...I'm not ready yet!...Sorry! I...I can't promise you now, you...please go away!! So many people are looking at you, if you are not ashamed, I should be! Let's talk about it another day!"
Anya saw the neighbors nearby gathered around and pointed at her, her face flushed with shame, and she anxiously and impatiently drove Ben away.
