This dizzy feeling once again hit her when he approached, Charlotte Miller's amber-like delicate and moist eyes suddenly seemed to be covered with a layer of mist: "Even when you're nervous, you look so different..." Other women show fear when nervous, but when she's nervous, her eyes seem about to drip water, her body a little tense, showing another kind of beauty.
His lips gently landed on hers, the petal-like softness of his lips carried a natural allure, always making people irresistibly want to pick them, to absorb more...
Charlotte's eyes were wide open, staring unblinkingly at the face of the man approaching until there was no distance left; his eyelashes brushed against the skin of her face, causing a subtle electric current-like sensation sliding across her face, a cool musk scent spreading from her lips and snaking into her tongue.
