I was about to give up thinking but I stared at his face even more when suddenly another theory entered my mind.
I knew it. It's playboy, eh! So, this is my suspicious story. This lady who has a freaking hot boyfriend. Just in case they broke up because last night-Take note, it's at the bar.
Suddenly my series of taunts stopped in my mind when I noticed the relentless rise and fall of its adam apple while I also noticed the excessive movement of his eyes.
"Stop staring," he whispered, waking me up completely in my judgment.
Feeling a little embarrassed because I realized I was focusing too much on his face, I immediately tapped one of his cheeks so hard that he suddenly stopped driving and frowned at me.
Even before he set me on fire, I quickly glanced at my palm and shook my head, "O
