"I know, you're so naggy." Although Helen Blair complained verbally, she felt a warmth in her heart. There really weren't many people who cared about her now. It seemed like he was the only one around her...
James Anderson carefully supported her as they walked step by step towards the door. His right hand tightly held her waist. Her waist was thin and felt very firm without an ounce of extra fat.
At first, he really just wanted to help her. But now, they were standing so close to each other that her body was almost pressed against his. Some strands of her hair pierced through their clothes and pricked his skin, making it feel itchy.
A faint fragrance lingered in his nostrils, a very unique scent. It was subtle but impossible to ignore. This fragrance infiltrated his lungs with each breath, then into his blood, and slowly spread throughout his body.
Her presence was so clear...