Although she was joking, the concern in her words was hard to ignore.
"Got it, I'll be more careful." Julius Goodman smiled knowingly, raised his hand to rub her head, "Eat quickly, and get some rest after dinner. Don't stay up late."
"You eat too..."
Ava Kent handed a skewer of chicken strips to his mouth, smiling as brightly as a blooming flower.
Under the splendid, dazzling lights, the warmth in Julius Goodman's eyes grew even stronger.
After finishing their milk tea, Julius Goodman walked Ava Kent to her doorstep and reminded her, "Go to bed early, good night."
"Good night."
Ava Kent waved to him, but before he started his motorcycle, she suddenly leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Julius, I like the lemon scent on you, really like it, really like it..."
The girl's soft, watery voice lingered in his ear, her warm breath sprinkling on his neck, and Julius Goodman had never thought a single sentence could be so scorching, igniting his entire heart in an instant.
