Hilla stood awkwardly to the side, not daring to look at Bruce. She felt that the man's gaze on her was like a torch, about to set fire on her.
"I might change to another one."
Hilla pursed her lips and subconsciously wanted to leave. Bruce stopped her and pulled her into his embrace.
The man's deep gaze fell on her face, deep like a pool of thick ink. She was sunk in his eyes.
"Why? It's beautiful."
Bruce's voice was a little hoarse, and the man's Adam's apple moved up and down, bringing with it a seductive sexiness.
Who said man cannot endanger a country? Hilla felt she would like to drown in his eyes.
"Is it beautiful?"
In fact, she also felt that it was very beautiful. She was bright and beautiful, once the first lady of River City. She had always been confident in her appearance.
But today was the first time she worried about she was overly beautiful.
