The light from the crystal lamp was blocked by Kevin Clark.
Daisy Zane was enveloped in his shadow, looking at his picturesque eyebrows and eyes, the gentle specks of light in the depths of his eyes, and the hidden, restrained sense of oppression.
"Why aren't you talking anymore? I'll satisfy whatever sincerity you want."
Kevin Clark's unique Beijing accent, even if filled with ambiguity, had an ancient, humbling charm to it. It was like a clear stream flowing directly into one's heart.
Daisy Zane watched as he approached her a little closer, the oppressive feeling instantly surrounding her.
She raised her hand and pressed it against his shoulder, pushing him back slightly, and said, "Tenant, please keep your distance."
Kevin Clark glanced at her reddened ears and did not expose her. He kissed her hand, "Have you had enough of this sight? No more?"
Daisy Zane: "......"