"Does it look good?"
Suddenly, Elsie Eames' face was right in front of Dirk Carter.
It gave Dirk a fright.
"Ahem... uh... well... Miss Eames, I... I didn't mean to."
It was pretty embarrassing for Dirk to be caught; he couldn't help coughing.
"I'm asking you if it looks good."
As Elsie said this, her face got closer and closer, their noses almost touching.
At this moment, she was leaning forward.
Dirk's T-shirt had a loose neckline.
With such close proximity.
Dirk's gaze naturally penetrated the neckline, two wobbly rabbits almost leaping into view.
"It looks good."
Dirk nodded and said.
Upon hearing this, Elsie smiled, seemingly quite proud.
She asked, "Do you want to see it more clearly?"
"Cough cough cough..."
This question startled Dirk again.
Their eyes met, breath mingled.
Feeling the rising tension, unstoppable; if they continued, no one could control what would happen next.
Just at this moment.
The phone rang.
