After finishing his sentence, without waiting for Malcom Moore to speak, Serena Sterling added, "However, such a cliché method is useless on me."
Looking at Serena Sterling's blushing cheeks, she glared at him fiercely.
No matter how Malcom Moore looked at her, he felt Serena Sterling was extremely nervous.
"Haha..." Malcom Moore chuckled heartily, his mischievous peach blossom eyes glimmering with a strange radiance.
Serena Sterling glared at him, "Young Master Morris, what are you laughing at?"
"Nothing much?" Malcom Moore watched Serena Sterling trapped in his embrace and suddenly felt that this woman in front of him was becoming more and more interesting.
Malcom Moore looked at Serena Sterling, his handsome face drew near, stopping only two or three centimeters away from her, "Luna, remember, if something is overacted, it means it's effective."
Serena Sterling: "..."
Was she discussing this with him?
Shouldn't he be sensible enough to release her?
