Secret Kiss

When talking to her, Jacob always habitually bowed his head, stooped slightly, and looked flat with her.

The two were close at hand.

The warm breath that came out of his mouth seemed to be felt by Ashley, with the faint smell of tobacco that he was used to.

His eyebrows and eyes drooped, shattered and bewitched.

Ashley's eyelashes moved. She took an uncomfortable step back, and said subtly, "How dare you say such a thing?"

Jacob slowly stood up straight and said calmly, "I want to be a polite rascal."

"..."

"If you don't like it."

Jacob bent the corners of his lips, bent down again, and leaned in her direction. "Then I'll just--"

With a straight face, Ashley nervously grabbed the hem of her dress and said, "Directly what?"

Only a few centimeters away, Jacob suddenly stopped his movements, slid his eyes upward, and looked her in the eye.

The little girl's eyes were big and round, clear and bright,