Chapter 842: Don't Have The Energy to Compete_1

His features soft and serene, his nose tall and straight, his thin lips at ease.

In the flickering light of the movie, his features seem all the more pronounced.

In this slightly dimmed light, he seems all the more beguiling.

Cindy Clarke's gaze drifted uncontrollably to Adrian Zhekova's waist again.

His clothes concealed it. Through the fabric, nothing could be discerned.

But Cindy knew just how striking the contours of Adrian's waist were under his clothes.

My, that man's waist was a sight to behold.

A hound's waist; it was practically made for him.

One glance and you knew he was an exceptional specimen.

Thinking of this, Cindy's face grew hot, and a flush heated her mouth.

She was thinking, she's quite the experienced driver now.

The things she allowed to occupy her mind were getting a bit too explicit.

If it were before, she wouldn't even think about it, let alone when she was single.

Even early on when she first started seeing Adrian.