Zoe Yale realized what she was thinking about and quickly shifted her gaze away from his Chest.
But in her mind, she inexplicably remembered what Chad Yakov once said to her...
Liking someone means wanting to kiss, wanting to hug...
As Zoe thought of this, she couldn't help but swallow, feeling dry-mouthed, not knowing where to place her Eyes.
Her little head turned incessantly, unable to stop.
How could she want to pounce on Charles White?
She's a girl, that's not right, she must be reserved, must be reserved...
"Molly..." Charles White lowered his Dark Eyes, staring at the little head that kept turning, helplessly curling his lips into a smile.
She's like a little pig rooting for cabbage, how was he going to blow-dry her Hair?
Her flying soft Hair brushed across his Face, and it felt like his heart was stroked with a feather, making his whole being restless.
This was his Bedroom; no other girl had ever entered here besides her.
