At this moment, her palm covered his lips, warmth radiating from it, while his eyes fixed intently on hers. Those dark eyes seemed to hold an infinite desire.
Mabel Quinn gazed at Kyle Kinston's eyes, somewhat transfixed, then suddenly wanted to pull back her hand. But just as her hand left his lips, his hand had already caught hers, placing it by his cheek, gently rubbing against it, "What's the matter? Hearing your own script read by someone else makes you embarrassed?"
"Who told you to recite the exact part where…" She hesitated, her almond eyes glaring at him, her cheeks flushed, lips slightly pouting, and those glistening eyes, all of which stirred the possessiveness within him once again.
"What part?" He toyed with her fingers, raising an eyebrow as he looked at her.
Her face reddened even more. He obviously knew what she was referring to! "In any case, don't recite… uh, and don't even look."
As she spoke, she tried to withdraw her hand from his grip.
