Thompson Miguel was momentarily stunned as he withdrew his hand, hearing the girl’s voice filled with laughter:
“We’ve known each other for so long… I think your facial paralysis is mostly due to your own emotional issues…”
The girl analyzed this and glanced at his face, continuing:
“Didn’t we go to that medicine clinic yesterday? The doctor said you should get a facial massage?”
Thompson Miguel nodded in agreement, looking at her:
“Will you do it for me? You remember the acupoints the doctor indicated, right?”
Moore Audrey hesitated for a moment, stroking her chin as she looked at his face, thinking:
“I should remember… I’ll just give it a try…”
Thompson Miguel: “…”
Then the girl instructed him to lie down on the mat, while she moved her chair closer, resting the boy’s head on her lap.
Thompson Miguel looked at her, his gaze inadvertently sweeping down to her neck, biting his lip and quickly averting his eyes, his ears heating up.
After all… Moore Audrey’s figure could be considered good… and the girl was fair, looking just like a soft, white dumpling.
Especially when she smiled, it made one want to take a bite.
The boy was lost in thought, yet he felt the coolness of the girl’s fingertips on his face.
Suddenly coming back to his senses, he raised his eyes, taking in the serious and focused expression on the girl’s face.
His heart warmed slightly, feeling heat rising throughout his body.
He slowly shifted his gaze away, yet the girl’s serious and focused face still lingered in his mind.
Unable to help himself, he clenched his hand and fell into a daze again.
Meanwhile, Moore Audrey was studying intently, naturally exploring Thompson Miguel’s face thoroughly, and she couldn’t help but admit that the boy’s skin was indeed good.
Following the steps given by the old man yesterday, Moore Audrey completed a cycle and then released her hands, looking accomplished as she declared:
“All done!”
Thompson Miguel was pulled back to reality, meeting the girl’s gaze. They both paused for a moment, and Moore Audrey quickly turned her head, averting her eyes.
She raised her hand to fan herself, muttering in her heart: Thompson Miguel’s looks are indeed reliable…
After all, she couldn’t resist that glance just now.
With his divine looks, beautiful eyes, countless qualities, and the aura of a top student, he instantly surpassed the male lead of her drama.
Turning back, she glanced at the boy still resting on her lap, unable to help but whisper softly:
“Thompson Miguel… you are too good-looking…”
Thompson Miguel was taken aback, suddenly feeling a wave of joy, but then he heard the girl’s astonishment:
“Thompson Miguel, you smiled!!!”
Moore Audrey returned from Thompson Miguel’s house, still feeling a bit dizzy.
Unable to resist, she poked her best friend Jade on her phone.
A few minutes later, Jade replied:
Jade, a flower: “???”
Moore Audrey, heir to the family fortune: “I have to tell you something!!!”
Jade, a flower: “…Go ahead.”
Moore Audrey raised her hand to her heart, suppressing the excitement surging within her.
Moore Audrey, heir to the family fortune: “So… I met Thompson Miguel, right? … Today I went to his house to do homework…”
Jade, a flower: “!!!”
Jade, a flower: “You!! Went to Thompson Miguel’s house!!!”
Moore Audrey, heir to the family fortune: “…You’re missing the point!”
Then the girl added angrily:
“What’s wrong with me going to his house? Thompson Miguel smiled at me today!!!”
Jade replied quickly,
Jade, a flower: “!!!”
Jade, a flower: “Moore Audrey, you’re not being honest… When did you get so close to the top student in our grade!”
Moore Audrey pouted and typed back:
Moore Audrey, heir to the family fortune: “Why do you have so much to say!”
In the end, the girl added a parting shot: “I remember your idol was treated like a pervert and a stalker by you!”
Moore Audrey, heir to the family fortune:
Jade, a flower: …
Jade, a flower: “Moore Audrey, you’re asking for it!”
Moore Audrey, heir to the family fortune: “Hmph^,”
After chatting with Jade for a while, the girl put down her phone and went downstairs to get some water.
On her way, she bumped into Moore Luis, who was watching TV in the living room.
She couldn’t help but turn to look at him in surprise, boasting:
“Truly tragic… Did Mom kick you out?”
Moore Luis glanced at her, ignoring her, with a sour expression.
Moore Audrey, not one to shy away from trouble, carried her cup over and sat down next to him.
Leaning in, she proposed:
