Lydia White's eyes suddenly became infinitely tender, even a bit resentful, as if she were a wife secluded in the inner chambers, complaining about her man's lack of companionship.
"Hey hey, what's this? Are you expressing dissatisfaction with me?" Basil Jaak looked at Lydia White with a chuckling smile.
After speaking, Basil Jaak stood up, put down the coffee in his hand, and embraced Lydia White, who was gazing at him with silent reproach, into his arms.
"Some things can be forgotten, but some are unforgettable for a lifetime, hey hey, like you!"
Basil Jaak leaned his head on Lydia White's shoulder and spoke deeply and tenderly.
Women are very sensitive, unable to resist a man's heartfelt declaration of love.
Even if Lydia White was a piece of cold ice, in that moment, she began to melt slowly amidst Basil Jaak's sweet nothings.
