Samara raised her head with a slight smile in her eyes.
"You are my boyfriend, what's wrong with you, why are you being jealous?" she asked.
As she spoke, she suddenly laughed out loud, stood on tiptoe, raised the hand that was originally around Roland's waist, and hooked it around his neck.
Roland didn't say a word, his face remained calm, his heart was already in a turmoil.
Samara touched the back of his neck, pressed her fingers unconsciously, and looked at him with a side smile. Seeing that he still didn't speak, she raised her eyebrows, and her fingers that were pressed on the back of his neck spread.
With a little force, she pushed her head closer again.
She snorted, "you are just looking at me, won't you even kiss me?"
Those words were undoubtedly an arrow that broke the defense. When they sounded, they directly cut through Roland's heart, and immediately set Roland on fire.