Although Willy Smith had made up his mind, when he saw Nana Jensen's eyes staring at him, clear as water, his heart couldn't help but thump wildly, and his slight intentions escalated into sleaziness.
Just as his lips were about to touch the woman's lips, Willy Smith still couldn't control himself and pulled away. He knew that Nana Jensen didn't like him, and it was fair to say that she felt nothing at all. In her eyes, he might still be the little brother who hadn't grown up.
If this kiss were to happen, it would be like exploiting the girl's innocence to satisfy his own sleazy desire. He wanted to kiss her, and even marry her when he grew up. The more he thought about it, the more he despised himself and even thought himself despicable.
"I'm sorry!"
He didn't make the same mistake as he had the last time when he accidentally saw her diary, perpetuating the error. This time, he successfully controlled his inner desire, "I... I can't kiss you!"
