In the pitch-black eyes, there was a deep spring, looking affectionately at the woman, whispering softly, "Silly woman, I'm worried about your health!"
Boom!...
Melody Parker's mind went blank, completely stunned!
Is this man schizo or something?
Wasn't he just angry a moment ago?
What happened all of a sudden, how did he become so——gentle?
Or could it be, he's been possessed by something?
Melody Parker shivered involuntarily, instinctively trying to pull out her small hand caught in the man's palm.
However, it wouldn't budge.
What's going on?
He was clearly holding her lightly, wasn't he?
Melody Parker looked up, puzzled, at the man's finely sculpted features.
At the same time, waves of his clean, pleasant scent immediately filled her nostrils.
It was different from the scent of tobacco, a natural, refreshingly pleasant male scent emanating from him...
