"Nathan Moore, let go!" Titus Zane struggled forcefully, one hand in front shielding herself defensively because their chests were too close.
The other hand clenched into a fist and thumped on Nathan Moore’s shoulder.
"Are you sure you want me to let go?" With a raised eyebrow, Nathan Moore’s dark eyes were filled with laughter, but even the dim light could not hide his mischievous grin.
"Yes! Let go quickly!" Titus Zane insisted. "Fine," with that single word, Nathan Moore really released his arms.
The two were standing close together, Nathan Moore leaning forward, Titus Zane leaning backward, so when Nathan Moore withdrew his arm from her lower back, Titus Zane exclaimed as her weight shifted and she toppled backward.
Feeling dizzy, it was Nathan Moore who grabbed her wrist and spun her around.
Under the dim street light, a man holding a woman’s wrist, spinning together, the man in a dark long coat, his tall figure more enchanting in the night.
The woman wore a thin, floral garment with beige trousers. As she was spun around by the man, her brown wavy hair traced a beautiful curve in the night sky, like a scene from a shampoo commercial, so aesthetically pleasing it was hard to look away.
After a spin, Nathan Moore held Titus Zane’s wrist with one hand and supported her lower back with the other, leaning forward at a 75° angle, nearly pressing against the woman whose back was almost parallel to the ground.
Their faces were very close, so close that Titus Zane could feel his breath being drawn into her own.
A very warm sensation, also quite heart-pounding.
Both pairs of eyes stared intently at each other, glued together.
One panicked, the other, filled with deep affection.
After a long while, Titus Zane finally spoke, looking at the handsome face so close to her, pitifully, "Nathan Moore, my back is sore."
Lying back for a long time, merely supported by the man’s hand, of course, she felt tired.
The scene was visibly elegant, and Titus Zane’s face appeared fragile, yet her words spoiled everything beautiful.
Couldn’t help but curse inwardly, this woman really ruins the moment!
Using a bit of force, he hoisted her up with his large palm.
Feeling displeased, so his strength was greater, followed by an exclamation, Titus Zane’s face crashed into a solid chest wall.
Her nose was sour, tears nearly spilling out.
Without thinking, Titus Zane swung a punch, hitting Nathan Moore’s shoulder, one hand covering her nose, above her was the man’s face smiling, his eyes downcast, lips slightly curved upwards.
Titus Zane seemed to forget her initial intention until she hugged her shoulders and shivered from the cold, pulled by Nathan Moore to sit in the back seat of the car. His long arms reached out, drawing her into his embrace to warm her up.
Seeing the driver still sitting in front, Titus Zane’s reaction was as if she turned into a statue.
Her shoulders hugged, lips slightly parted, eyes wide, Nathan Moore saw her silly demeanor for the first time.
The curve of his lips affectionate, he raised his hand, his distinct knuckles pinching her nose, twisting it, "Silly?"
Titus Zane came back to her senses, followed by a quick sniffle.
Nathan Moore felt... a moist touch between his thumb and forefinger, slightly sticky, like...
Sniffle, Titus Zane sniffed a couple of times more, followed by a sneeze, then turning her eyes to Nathan Moore, "Nathan Moore, I think I have a cold, it’s all your fault."
As she spoke, Titus Zane sniffed again.
Realizing what the stickiness between his fingers was, plus Titus Zane’s sneeze,
His handsome face completely darkened.