"..." The first time I've heard the words 'like' from her mouth, Charles White's soul slightly quivered.
As if he came back to his senses, for a long time, there was no reaction.
"Are you regretting and trying to deny yesterday's confession? Then forget it." Zoe Yale was just about to reach out to push him away when Charles White turned around and pinned her to the Wall, lowered his head and kissed her lips.
"Mmm!"
"Zoe Yale, I remember everything you just said, don't think you can take it back!"
Zoe Yale: "..."!!
Who gets threatened right after confessing?
Is she too pitiful?
After the kiss, Charles White, unsatisfied, held her in his embrace, lowering his head to closely examine her exquisite, flushed little face, his long fingers grazing the tip of her nose.
"You dressed up so elegantly behind my back, just to come out and meet Diego Larson?"
