Under the dim moonlight, Louis Wellington parked the car steadily in the Kennington Garden. He looked at Wendy who was sleeping beside him. He couldn't bear to call her up, but it was easy to have a problem with her neck sleeping like this.
Getting close to the woman, Louis carefully moved her ear. Wendy frowned, but she had no intention of waking up. She turned her head to the other side and continued to sleep.
A little cute.
Louis smiled. His cold and noble face became softer, and more affectionate in the moonlight. His cold fingertips touched her white and tender face. It was soft and smooth.
Perhaps it was the cold touch that made Wendy Cassia tremble. She woke up. In a daze, Wendy turned her head. At this moment, Louis was only a fist away from her. For a moment, the two people looked at each other at a close distance.
His eyes were as soft as water, which made Wendy's heart beat faster.