He was wearing a custom-made suit, and his posture was tall and straight. All his broken hair was gathered behind his head, revealing his bright forehead. When he saw Nora Smith coming out, his eyes were stunning.
"You, why are you here..." Nora Smith recovered and was somewhat embarrassed.
"Nora Smith, you are so beautiful." Asher Hawn held out his hand towards Nora Smith, and his low voice rippled slowly and landed at the top of Nora Smith's heart.
Nora Smith showed a sweet smile, put his fingertips in Asher Hawn's palm, and was pulled into his arms conveniently.
Nora Smith blinked, and the loose hair slipped down and rested on Nora Smith's round shoulder.
"Ah, hair..." Nora Smith paused, reaching for it, but didn't want Asher Hawn to be one step faster than her.
His long fingers passed through Nora Smith's hair, gathering his long soft hair on one side.