Chaser

The light in the room was cold and white, hitting Jacob's face, and his facial outline was clear.

His drooping eyes and thick long eyelashes made his brown eyes deeper, with a fine light.

Jacob still stared at her without any sense of pressure.

He had always been very patient, without rushing or showing anxiety, and waited quietly for her reply.

Ashley inexplicably remembered the scene when she first met him.

He sat on the sofa, looking indifferent and playful, and laughed off her extremely outrageous speculation.

After so many years, he was older.

But he didn't seem to have changed much.

He just became more mature, but he was still in the way she liked.

After only about a dozen seconds, Ashley suddenly regained her senses, and her tail voice trembled vaguely, but she still pretended to be calm and asked, "Is that what I understand?"

"Hmm?"

Jacob withdrew his hand and licked the chocolate sauce on his finge