Tracy was equally baffled, but she didn't leave. She stood in front of the sofa, her eyes fixed on the man leaning against the sofa's back.
The light in the room was insufficient, but the close distance made his face clearly visible.
Truly worthy of being considered a male idol, with perfect features and a striking presence, especially his skin, better than a woman's.
And his physique, could compete with international male models, right?
A handsome face, robust body, and with a hint of drunkenness, exuding laziness and sensuality, a single glance was enough to accelerate anyone's heartbeat.
Tracy had seen her fair share of male celebrities on airplanes, and was pretty used to it. Coupled with her natural disdain for handsome men, she'd always been as calm as water.
But the man in front of her was indeed different. Her heart uncontrollably skipped a beat.
She furrowed her brows, averted her gaze, and stopped looking at him, though her face felt a bit warm.
