Poor to Perfect
He leaned his head against Ningsih's shoulder, inhaling her scent closely until he could smell her hair.
"What are you doing, Mr. Kris?"
Ningsih woke up. She turned to look at Kris. Their faces were very close, and they could feel each other's breath. The woman smiled.
"When we're this close, doesn't your heart race, Miss?" Kris said, his face flushed. His heart was pounding, and his breath was erratic. Yet, he still enjoyed staring at the woman's face.
"I'm sorry, but unfortunately, I don't feel that," she replied.
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