At this moment, he had his eyes closed, long eyebrows relaxed, and his dark long lashes became particularly noticeable. His cheeks were slightly flushed from the alcohol, a straight nose, sensual thin lips, and a gracefully contoured neck, along with the body wrapped in a suit, made one feel that even lying casually on the sofa, he was as beautiful as a painting.
Mabel Quinn thought for a moment, then went to the bathroom to get a towel, soaked it in hot water, wrung it out, and went to him to wipe his face. He allowed her to wipe him just like a defenseless baby.
This feeling, hmm... it was somewhat strange. Such a lofty person, yet after getting drunk, she actually found him somewhat adorable.
Adorable... Alright, ordinarily she would never associate such a word with him, but now, it seemed so fitting. And his handsome face... as she looked at him, she found herself rather entranced... Goodness, he was just not playing fair!
