Summer Ford was stunned for a few seconds. She blankly looked at the wine glass in the person's hand, then turned around, wanting to see clearly who helped her. As she lifted her head, her head accidentally bumped into the person's chin.
Summer was taken aback, her face lifting in surprise.
Enlarged before her eyes was a strikingly distinct face. The features were profoundly defined, with ink-black eyes as deep and boundless as an ocean, the gaze mysterious yet carrying a trace of allure.
Because the person had just pulled her, his body was bent over.
The two of them, one looking up, the other leaning down, were very close; so close that Summer could clearly see herself in his eyes.
Summer gazed blankly at his face, her pupils narrowing slightly, "It's you..."
"Yes, we meet again." Snor Fairchild's lips curved into a shallow arc. Under the crystal chandelier, his profoundly deep eyes appeared exceptionally dazzling and resplendent.
