He could only use such a physical contact to satisfy his psychological pleasures, right?
How could she refuse him? How could she deprive him of his only way to get joy?
Thinking of this, Avril stretched out another hand, put it on the back of Haider's hand, and patted it comfortingly.
Haider was surprised. He looked up at Avril who had a sympathetic look, and his eyes froze. Avril felt that the man in front of her had changed his emotions in an instant, and his face was getting closer and closer to her, so close that she could smell the faint scent of the moisturizer on his face.
"What's wrong?" Avril swallowed nervously.
Haider's eyes fell on her slightly swollen red lips and whispered, "Your lips are very charming today."
Avril's heart raced. She shifted her gaze away, though deep down in her heart, she could not help but looked forward to seeing Haider kissing her.
"Well, it's not too bad..." Why did she feel that she was not confident when she said that?
