Baron Lawrence's handsome face stiffened for a moment, and he reached out to grab her hand, still maintaining an unusual superficial gentleness, "Do I look like I have a fever?"
Damn it, when he's good to her, he looks like he has a fever, right!
Enna Clark smiled warmly and said with a grin, "No, I just feel like you've suddenly changed."
"Changed into what?"
Enna Clark tilted her head, stared at him for a few seconds, thought carefully and said, "Suddenly becoming particularly gentle, I don't know how to describe it, anyway, it's just not you."
Baron Lawrence tightened his grip on her wrist, his deep hawk-like eyes seemed to want to suck her in, locking eyes with her, "So, what kind do you like?"
Like what kind?
Enna Clark was stunned for a moment, then she looked at his eyes and blinked. Why did he suddenly care about this? Is it because he's been too busy lately, they haven't had time to be together, and he's starting to get anxious again?
