Maximillian had no intention of doing anything to Chleo other than revealing what he wanted to say. But his hand moved on its own to touch the smooth rosy cheek.
The moment his hand touched Chleo's cheek, another flash of image appeared in his head.
'Wow, your hands are so cold.'
'It feels so good. I love it.'
'I wish I had hands like yours.'
He clearly heard the sentence. He clearly heard the voice. But why did he feel like the voice he heard was Chleo's? And why had the face of the woman he imagined turned into Chleo's face now?
Max suddenly had a powerful urge to taste those tiny, seductive-looking lips. For some reason, he felt like he had wanted to taste those sweet lips for a long time.
Right now, his brain was not working properly. He let his body move on its own to approach the young girl. He was brought to his sane when he saw Chleo's eyes closed.
