No one dared cross him.

The man picked himself up, shot Karina a glare, and retreated.

Rosalynn maneuvered her way through the crowd, swiftly reaching Karina's side.

"Karina, are you alright?"

Karina's tear-brimmed eyes were fixated on Barlow.

She shook off Rosalynn's supportive hand, rushed into Barlow's arms with a grin, and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“Barlow, you were my knight in shining armor. I want to be with you. Will you be my boyfriend?”

Rosalynn was dumbstruck.

Why did this scenario feel eerily familiar?

They were best friends, after all. They seemed to utilize the same tactic to attract their prospective boyfriends.

Barlow was taken aback as Karina wrapped her arms around him.

The womanly scent, tinged with a hint of alcohol, filled his nostrils.

Her embrace stirred something within him.

His gaze was drawn to her flushed lips, and he swallowed hard.

“Karina, are you trying to flirt with me again?"

Karina ran her fingers over Barlow's striking face and asked, “Would you agree to be my boyfriend?”

Barlow was left speechless

Rosalynn, feeling helpless, quickly pulled Karina away from him.

“Karina, stop this."

Her best friend seemed to have lost her mind.

Why was she flirting with such a sly man?

"I apologize, Barlow. She's drunk," Rosalynn explained to Barlow.