Seeing he didn't move, Jessica reached out to help him tidy the sheet on the other side of his head.
As she did this, her face was just a few centimeters away from his, with droplets of water still clinging to her lips, making them appear even more luscious, and if he slightly lifted his head, he could kiss her...
But Will just looked at her, not moving easily. It's not that he didn't want to, he was just afraid she'd be upset.
After tidying the sheet, Jessica raised her hand to pick up a small fluff on his pillow... Her gaze shifted, only to see the man had lowered his eyes.
Unbelievable, Jessica straightened up angrily, looking at Will on the pillow with a sense of injustice.
He stole a kiss from her when she hadn't washed her face, and now her face was washed, her teeth brushed, she approached him willingly, but he didn't move at all?
"Hey!" Jessica frowned and spoke, "What's wrong with you?"
Will lifted his gaze, looking at her little face clearly tinged with displeasure.
