Charlie's eyes never left Nancy from the beginning to the end.
The confident smile she had after she scored, her grip on the pool stick, no less masculine than a man, and her decisive shots each time, all deeply attracted his gaze.
The current Nancy was dazzling in his eyes, even more fascinating than when he first saw Vivian playing the piano on stage.
A girl so confident and genuine was precisely his type.
Seeing that all the red balls on the pool table had been potted, the game was already decided. But Nancy had no intention to stop playing.
Looking at the colored balls on the pool table, Ben shook his head, "Vivian, the position of this yellow ball and the white ball is too tricky. Why don't you take a break and let us take over?"
Those men watching by the side also nodded in agr
