"You're right, but I can't be mad at you, because you're the one who saved my life at the Romano mansion," Taking a sip of Coke, she said casually, staring at the endless sky, He unconsciously stared at her crystal-clear hair, swaying in the warm spring breeze, Before he knew it, he was admiring her big, ethereal, deep black eyes, her fair and delicate skin, and her red lips that were crafted by God.
Lost in her beauty, he forgot to blink for a moment, Soon, when she turned her face to him, he quickly looked away to make sure he wouldn't get caught, "Mr Roger, I know you will sound grumpy, but are you worried about me?" She tilted her head slightly and asked him bluntly.
