Just as Xylia Xandrell had closed her eyes, waiting to fall.
Her body fell into the man's embrace instead.
She opened her eyes and that devilishly handsome face close at hand made her breath catch and her heartbeat skip a beat.
Even if she thought Louis Lawrence was somewhat improper, she couldn't deny.
This man was truly good-looking.
Although she wasn't a fan girl, she watched TV often.
She thought that those so-called national male idols were no match for Louis Lawrence's looks.
She leaned against his chest, seemingly able to clearly hear his strong heartbeat.
The temperature of her cheeks gradually rose, her breath seeming to slow down.
For a moment, she actually forgot to push him away.
It was only when the man's deep, magnetic laughter spread by her ears that she suddenly came to her senses.
Immediately, she pushed him away with a blush on her face.
The girl stood there, somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, her fingers uncomfortably twisting the corner of her clothes.
