Riley Sully's heart tightened, and she also stood on tiptoe in front of the table, not forgetting to casually pull a piece of cloth to messily cover the white paper, preventing him from truly seeing anything.
But the more she acted like this, the more curious Shane Winchester became. He shifted left and right, his gaze no longer landing on the drawing paper, but consistently on Riley's face. It was unclear if he really wanted to see it or was just teasing her.
Riley couldn't help but feel a bit anxious: "There's really nothing… it's just… just a customer's ordered stuff."
Shane raised his eyebrows, leaned down a few inches closer to her, his handsome face getting nearer and nearer, and said warmly: "Really?"
Riley lowered her eyes to avoid him, but somehow his hands were already propped on the table behind her, making her not dare to move recklessly, fearing that she might accidentally brush against his lips.
