When the words fell, Elara shifted his gaze and fixed it on Dexter’s lips. She paused for a few seconds, and after serious consideration, she took a step back and slowly hung the towel back to its original place.
She swept the gauze on Dexter with her left light.
At this moment, Elara has a kind of inexplicable, if he really k!sses, he really feels like the one inferior to the animal. Feeling that what she said just now was a bit straightforward, she thought about how to decline, and simply belittled herself.
“I have no abilities either.”
Dexter leaned against the sink halfway, his eyes drooping, and his thin eyelashes covered them. The bathroom is full of lights, the space is narrow, and the distance between the two is close, with a step-by-step ambiguity that cannot be ignored.
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