That's His Eager Face Novels & Stories

Elijah emerged from over there, with a few leaves stuck on his head, his young face full of vigor and freshness. His eyes looked behind Ingrid, and he reached out to touch his own little belly, with a very happy expression on his face. Looking at Ingrid's face, it instantly changed!

He leaned closer to my face eagerly and added out loud, far too shameless, “Since I’ve been so good… can you ride my face again?” “…” The room might as well have exploded. Because—what?! I could hear both Theila and Lora gasp sharply, and my eyes and mouth widened at the same time as I stared at him, my brain completely short-circuiting as I tried to process his words. But he… he just kept wagging his tail happily, eyes bright, expression hopeful, like he hadn’t just said those words.

He was becoming a bit more handsome than this morning. Snap out of it! What are you thinking? “That sounds familiar,” he said, and I noticed a flick of recognition in his eyes before he slipped away again. “What is it?” I asked. He shrugged his shoulders and his face said, “Nothing.” I didn’t trust him, yet I wasn’t asking him further questions. Then, like a puppy on the scent of some sweetmeat, he smiled and drew closer. “Have you decided on the names?” He asked.

Am I shy or nervous? "I’m okay." I answered him. He looked at me seriously. He closed his eyes for a moment and immediately opened it again. His face is really smooth. The actors will be upset with his good looks. Even if he will audition for body and face beauty, he will definitely pass immediately. He gently stroked my face. I looked at him. I can see his Adam's apple moving without taking away his look on my face. "Damn, Mary Lynelle." He softly cursed. "What are you doing to me?"

His eyes are heavy, and despite the corners wet with tears, the smirk on his face is masked with mischief. He matches the expression on his face with words and asks, "Ever owned a museum before?”

Immediately, the entire hall was filled with Leo’s voice, and his vicious confession echoed through the space. His face grew paler by the moment. Then, he crawled to her feet and began apologizing.

The guy is a hard nut, it is written all over his face. "Are you for real?" Her breathe quicken, what is he doing to her now? "Try me!"

“I’ll cover all the repair costs for your car. Could you leave me a way to contact you?” The man’s voice was sincere enough, echoing gently in the air. Sigourney lazily tilted her head to glance at him. He had striking blond hair and a rather handsome face. But those slightly upturned eyes gave off a flirtatious gleam, And his thin lips always seemed to be curled in a half-smile— The kind that made him look anything but serious. Something about his face felt familiar, Though she couldn’t quite place his name at the moment.

Funny. “Don't I know that?” He cried, as I pressed his face with the folded white cloth. “Are you good now?” I asked, already ready to let go of his face. It seems he was enjoying my hand pampering his face, if I stopped cleaning him he would complain. If I allowed Misan to do this, then goodbye to Jace's face. She will proudly spoil his face into stupor. “No, it aches real bad. Who is he anyway?” He pointed to Mark.

His face across the couch, open, waiting, giving me nothing to push against and everything to move toward. "Something real," I say. Quietly. Like the volume is proportional to the risk of it. He does not smile immediately. He just holds the answer for a moment like he is making sure he heard it correctly. "Something real," he repeats. "Yes." "That's what I thought," he says. "Don't be smug about it." "I'm not being smug." "Your face is being smug." The corner of his mouth moves. "My face is just my face."