Her waist was slender, and his one arm was enough to encircle it. Her body, wrapped in a well-tailored cheongsam, was no longer immature as it had been years ago; instead, it displayed tempting curves and lines.
His fingertips brushed over her cheongsam, touching a frog button. He closed his fingers around it, lightly toying with the button as he tilted his head to place soft kisses on the side of her neck.
Vera Wave was contemplating a song. Bothered by his interruption, she promptly squirmed.
"Stop it...that tickles!"
Kris Cooper helped her straighten up. Vera's gaze swept over the window in front of the desk, and she suddenly smacked her forehead.
"That's right!" she exclaimed. "How did I not think of this before? Yes, we should use the street vendors' cries—the traditional ones from old Nicosa. After all, we're filming for nostalgia..."
As she spoke, she quickly began to jot down notes with her pen.
"Anything else?"