"I’m sorry," these three words slowly penetrated her eardrums, the low voice was very suppressed, a shadow fell, and there was gentleness on her lips.
Nathan Moore’s thin lips just lightly touched Titus Zane’s lips, lingering there without further movement for a long time.
The feeling was so gentle and warm, it had been three years, and for the first time, Nathan Moore felt remorse for something he had done for himself.
Her eyes wide open, feeling that tenderness closely against herself, she even blinked continuously.
The feel of her curly eyelashes brushing against his eyelashes was very subtle, ticklish, carrying a warm current, flowing into each other’s hearts.
Titus Zane considered herself a romantic person, perhaps all artists possessed a romantic gene, but at some point, her romantic heart was corroded by worldly setbacks,
and then slowly eroded, so that now she no longer had the lofty pride, lost in the vast crowd, she was just an ordinary worldly person.
So worldly that she used her advantages to seek benefits for herself, just to enjoy a comfortable life.
But this man across from her somehow woke up that corroded romance unintentionally, what to do? Such a fond feeling.
"Nathan Moore, wouldn’t it be good to be friends for life?" Titus Zane tried again, wanting to persuade this stubborn man, "Occasionally, soul communication..."
Just like now, when they are both lonely, coming out to meet, eat, chat, even watch a movie together, of course, it’s just these, and it must be far from City T.
"I don’t want to, I want physical communication."
Looking closely, Titus Zane saw her own reflection in Nathan Moore’s eyes.
Ha! A light laugh, never thought that now they could get along in such an easy way.
"Is it that all you men think with your lower half?"
Can’t there be a spiritual exchange?
"If not with the lower half, then what to do?"
Nathan Moore answered righteously.
Her delicate eyebrows knit together, "Nathan Moore, when did I realize that you’re so dirty."
"I’ve always been dirty, haven’t you experienced it?"
Still with an as-a-matter-of-fact tone, why suddenly turn around, wanting to jump off the bed.
"I don’t want to talk to you anymore."
"But I do." A few pleasant words, assertive and domineering.
Her arm was tightened too, pulled back by Nathan Moore.
Looking at this rogue man in front of her, Titus Zane was very helpless, "Nathan Moore, was it the same way you interacted with Lily before?"
Very curious, what it feels like when such a strong and gloomy man is occasionally gentle.
A cold sneer, Nathan Moore curled his lip, "Lily is much cuter than you."
There’s really no way to have a pleasant conversation anymore.
Although the age to be complimented as cute has long passed, no woman wants to be compared .
Suppressing the unhappiness in her heart, Titus Zane asked, "Tell me, facing a gentle and cute girl, what was your attitude? Was it as aggressive and domineering as you were with me before or obstinately arrogant?"
In Titus Zane’s impression, Nathan Moore was such a man, although he had seen him being gentle with Olivia Zane occasionally three years ago, but it was only occasionally.
Especially when she "wronged" her sister, once this man lost his temper, it was really unbearable, wondering if Olivia Zane had ever felt it.
Nathan Moore’s fingers, with distinct joints, fell on a strand of Titus Zane’s big wavy hair, absent-mindedly playing with it, winding it around his fingers, saying, "How could I bear to be aggressive and domineering with Lily, such a sweet obedient girl..."