He lowered his head and looked at her, his tone sincere, his expression serious.
Tracy stared at him, feeling the sincerity. At this moment, she should say something like "it's okay" or "no problem", but she believed he didn't want to hear words of comfort.
So she smiled, pretending to joke, "Didn't I also say some extreme things? We are even..."
"You were prejudiced against me before." Lorraine Hanson tilted his head, his eyebrows and eyes full of laughter.
"Prejudice?..." She grinned, suddenly thinking of something, and burst out laughing, "I'm Prejudice, you're Pride, it really is like Jane Austen's novel!"
"Pride and Prejudice?"
"Yeah, doesn't it?" Tracy leaned back, putting some distance between them, but maybe her head tilted downward, a wave of heat rushed up from her stomach, she furrowed her brows, suddenly covering her mouth, she stood up and dashed to the bathroom.
