Chapter 1124 - 1151: Gentlemen and Villains (Part 1)

Chapter 1124: Chapter 1151: Gentlemen and Villains (Part 1)

Tong Tong tightened her arms, tilted her head to respond to him.

Daniel Davis was naturally overjoyed, using all his gentleness, gentleness with a hint of a fire that could burn a person; eventually, Tong Tong couldn’t take it anymore and pushed him away.

Breathless.

Daniel Davis was also gasping, his voice heavy, making one’s face flush and heart race.

Tong Tong pressed her lips together, dared not look up, yet he turned on the light.

The light above had a faint blue glow, serene, dreamy, slightly cool; neither of them spoke, Daniel Davis used his finger to lift Tong Tong’s chin and saw her swollen lips.

Tong Tong wasn’t fat, but her frame was small, with flesh on her body, usually not making people associate her with slenderness.

Daniel Davis liked her figure, standing tall and graceful in clothes, yet very comfortable to hold, soft with a bit of flesh, and as for her lips,

Tong Tong still looked at him with those doe-like bewildered eyes.

Daniel Davis raised his hand to cover hers, his voice hoarse, sighing, "If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to remain a gentleman."

He believed that with Tong Tong, he had always been a gentleman.

Tong Tong bit her lip again.

Words of invitation, she simply couldn’t utter them.

Her greatest concession would be silently permitting Daniel Davis when he wanted.

At this moment—

Daniel Davis hadn’t noticed her thoughts, so she naturally remained silent.

The two stood quietly for a long time.

Daniel Davis changed his shoes, let go of her hand, walking inside while turning on the living room lights, gently saying, "I’ll go upstairs to tidy up the guest room. Why don’t you have some water or watch TV? There’s fruit in the kitchen."

"Okay," Tong Tong softly replied.

Daniel Davis went upstairs to tidy the room; she wore clean men’s slippers and sat on the sofa.

It was late; there was no mood to watch TV or eat fruit.

Her mind was chaotic.

She could feel the rhythm of her heartbeat, thumping loudly, as if it wanted to leap from her throat.

Was it nervousness or from a budding heart, she couldn’t tell for a moment.

Though she was raised in privilege like a princess, she never regarded herself as one, lacking any arrogance typical of rich girls.

On the contrary—

Because of a long-enduring secret love, she felt cowardly and insecure in her emotions.

Treated with such tenderness, how could she not be moved?

They say being moved is not the same as love, but what is love? Everyone’s emotions are complex; love isn’t just passion. Many people’s love contains admiration, worship, pity, heartache, and emotion, all sorts of inseparable feelings.

There is a saying that goes well.

Like is wanting to be close, love is inseparable.

Only what can’t be cut or sorted out is love.

She thought she might be falling for Daniel Davis.

Indeed—

It’s rather amusing when you say it.

She used to think, except for Camden River, she wouldn’t love anyone else in her life, but now she feels that life is long, and no matter how unforgettable Camden River is, it will slowly pass.

Few girls end up with their idols.

Very few couples remain unchanged, even if deeply in love; she has friends around her like this.