He lowered his head, gazing deeply at her for a moment, then walked over and gently brushed his slender, fair fingers across her soft cheek: "How do you know, Scarlett, have you been secretly watching me and quietly studying what I like?"
It was originally a very ordinary gesture, but under the bewitching gaze of his phoenix eyes, Scarlett Yates couldn't help but feel her heart race, biting her lip: "Don't be so full of yourself, do I need to secretly watch you?"
"Hmm, that's true." He smiled, his cool fingertips dropping from her cheek to her delicate and graceful nose, gently scraping it, with a doting look in his eyes, "I am completely yours, you can do whatever you want with me; there's no need to secretly watch."
Morning.
Sunlight poured everywhere, penetrating through the floor-to-ceiling windows, laying a thin, golden layer on the dark floor like a bed of powder.
