However, compared to Oliver Hudson's reaction, Annie Anne's gaze was unexpectedly indifferent.
Annie Anne lightly pressed her lips together and slowly spoke, "I told you, I don't like the smell of smoke."
Oliver Hudson placed his fingertips on the side of Annie Anne's neck, feeling the pulse under her skin with his palm.
Oliver's throat moved up and down, but before he could say anything, Annie Anne stood on tiptoe and gently touched his lips with hers.
It was like a feather, barely noticeable.
"I'm sorry, if something like this happens in the future, I will let you know."
Annie Anne spoke to calm Oliver Hudson's emotions and raised her eyebrows slightly, "So now, can I go back to accompany Annie? If she wakes up and doesn't see me, she'll be scared."
After saying this, Annie Anne didn't wait for Oliver Hudson's response, slipped out of his palm, and walked straight back into the room.
Leaving Oliver Hudson alone, standing there with tightly pressed lips.
