Kendrick's gaze was so intense that it inexplicably made Annabelle feel suffocated.
It was even more uncomfortable than standing on stage and being stared at by ten thousand people individually, causing the eyelashes to tremble involuntarily.
"It's just me, are you still nervous?"
Annabelle furrowed her brows and calmly said, "I wasn't nervous."
His gaze was too audacious, as if he could devour her completely at any moment, making her feel a little uneasy.
Kendrick smiled, didn't say anything, changed his sitting position, and forcefully suppressed the restless thoughts in his mind, playing the role of an audience member properly.
Annabelle had already brought over a wooden dining chair, stepped onto a professional footstool, embraced a classical guitar, and was ready.
Then she lift
