Harper raised her chin slightly and leaned in close to Preston's eyelids.

"What do you mean by 'actual action'?"

With a fresh and comfortable scent, mixed with a hint of alcohol, as she got closer, it sprayed out, causing Preston's heart to race and making him unable to look directly into Harper's eyes.

He had intended to make a move, but when Harper actually approached him, he was scared and turned his head slightly, trying to avoid close contact.

Harper, who was held in his arms, couldn't see clearly who was in front of her. She grabbed his arm, squinted her eyes, and slowly approached him...

As soon as she...