Her ardent gaze, her trembling eyelashes, almost made him lose control in an instant.
Even the coldest of shells can melt, similarly, even the most intense emotions don't know how to stir.
"Instead of saying thank you, what should I say?" Victoria rushed to him and asked anxiously.
She suddenly threw herself into his arms, both hands resting on his chest.
Hank Clegg held the hand that was on his heart, and by chance, wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Just say you love me." He lowered his head, his profound eyes, like molten lava, glistening on the pupils of her eyes.
Victoria opened her mouth, "I..."
The rest of the words choked her.
Then, she looked at Hank Clegg seriously, "Okay, you love me."
Hank Clegg's eyebrows involuntarily curled into a smile, he couldn't help but lower his head, and gently bit Victoria's nose tip: "Little rascal, playing word games with me?"
