"..." Emma Aiden was dumbfounded.
Her whole body felt like it had been put in a cast, standing there dazed, like a sculpture.
Looking at the robust chest in front of her, like that of an international male model, her eyes were fixed.
The next second, she raised her hand and poked his chest.
It was very elastic, all muscle.
Just as Harrison Yale thought she was about to start massaging his chest, Emma Aiden's hand suddenly retracted, moving to touch her own nose.
And then, a bright red bloodstain slowly trickled out from her nose...
"..." Harrison Yale was stunned.
A helpless gleam flickered in his dark eyes.
Soon, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl into a smile.
"I faint at the sight of blood..." Emma Aiden stared at the bloodstain on her fingertip, then glanced at Harrison Yale's teasing eyes, closed her eyes, and suddenly fell to the ground.
Such an embarrassing thing, it actually happened to her.
