The man's voice was low and deep, like the soft sound of a cello striking one's heartstrings.
The word 'Viola' made her heart race.
Moreover, his eyes were as dark as ink, staring at you intensely, as if they were a vortex that one couldn't help but be drawn into.
"Hmm? Viola?" While he was speaking, Gem lowered his head, gently touching her nose with his forehead.
The man's actions sent a shiver down her spine. She calmed her heart, lowered her face, turned her head, bit her lip, looked at him, and frowned, "What exactly do you want to do?"
"What do you think?"
"Can you stop going crazy?"
He leaned closer to her, his eyes affectionately narrowed, his voice as light as a spring breeze: "That depends on my mood."
She was still so beautiful, no, she was even more beautiful than five years ago. Somehow, he always felt that she now had an extra charm that he had never noticed before. It attracted him to keep getting closer, the more she resisted, the more he wanted to get closer.
