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Lance turned his head and looked at Scarlett in front of her. She was wearing an ivory white silk skirt, her curled short golden hair was folded with an exquisite silk hairpin, and a touch of flame red lips lit up the whole makeup. The cold moonlight fell on her body as if it became hot.

"The second time, this is the second time." Scarlett took the initiative to talk to him for the second time, "So, are you actively expressing your favor to me?"

"Haha." Scarlett chuckled, shook the whiskey in his hand, raised his head and took a sip, then tilted his head and looked over, "Have you been so narcissistic all the time? Has anyone told you that this is a bad habit?"

"Yes, no." The two sentences correspond to the answers to the two questions. "I always think that every Hollywood actor is a little narcissistic. Otherwise, imagine yourself posing in front of a big screen and a camera, I don't think everyone can bear it."

Scarlett widened his eyes and nodded slightly, "It seems that this is the truth. You are indeed very narcissistic."

"I will think of it as a praise." Lance responded with a smile. Scarlett rolled his eyes, ignored Lance, and directly diverted his sight. But then Lance's voice came over again, and suddenly it narrowed the distance. The voice that was so close was like an aria outlined on the strings of a cello shocked Scarlett, "So, don't you mind me joining you, right?"

Scarlett turned around and saw Lance's face that was close to her. In the surprise of her, she crashed into the blue eyes. The moving depth and mystery were like stars in the Arctic Circle, making people fall into it involuntarily, marveling, but completely losing the ability to speak.

The powerful sense of oppression made Scarlett feel a little suffocated, but she did not get fussed. Instead, she suddenly raised her right hand, hugged Lance's neck, gently tiptoed, approached Lance's lips, and gently exhaled a breath of heat, and said softly, "Now, are you actively expressing your affection to me?"

Scarlett firmly grasped the initiative and gradually approached with his lips. The distance between softness and softness became shorter and shorter, as if he could already feel the hot and hot skin rubbing gently through the air, bursting out a series of static electricity. Just as the lips of the two people were about to touch each other, Scarlett suddenly let go, then took a step back, and opened the distance between the two people. The cold air poured down like a waterfall.

The distance between the two villas is very close, and the alley in the middle can only allow a cart to pass by. The balcony on the second floor has been slightly expanded, resulting in less than half an arm's distance between the villas. But even so, the distance between the half arm is still like a natural barrier at this moment, setting a gap between Scarlett and Reims.

However, Lance was not panicked, his pupils slowly contracted. Looking at the cunning and joking at the corners of Scarlett's mouth, there was a hint of pride between his eyebrows, as if he was very proud of playing with Lance. The curve of the corners of his mouth was outlined, and he said with a low smile, "Is this Romeo and Juliet?"

"If you were Juliet." Scarlett blinked, further challenging Lance's bottom line.

Lance burst into laughter, and the smile that emerged from his eyes made Scarlett feel inexplicable. She didn't understand where she was wrong. Looking at Lance's bright smile, Scarlett couldn't help but feel a little angry. She gently bit her lower lip and raised her chin provocatively, "It seems that you enjoy Juliet's identity."

Lance did not refute, nor was he angry, but closed his lower jaw meaningfully, "It seems that you are indeed expressing your affection to me, Romeo." Scarlett used his female identity to tease Lance, but was counterattacked by Lance with the connotation of "men pursuing women", and went around and returned to the initial topic.

Scarlett took a deep breath and corrected it, "Romeo and Juliet fell in love at first sight!" Instead of Romeo's pursuit of Juliet.

Lance raised his eyebrows, pursed the corner of his lips, and nodded while showing a sudden enlightenment expression, as if he had only realized it at this time. Scarlett did not take it seriously, but became more and more alert, squinted his eyes and thought carefully, and immediately reacted. Lance was implying that the two of them fell in love at first sight. Even though Lance didn't say a word, he still successfully fought back.

Sure enough, Lance is not just a sacrificial person, he is even smarter than many people think.

Scarlett opened her mouth and wanted to continue attacking, but then she thought about it, swallowed the words she had to her mouth, then took two steps forward and walked to Lance, grabbed Lance's shoulder and pressed down - due to the huge gap in height between the two people, if not, Scarlett would have a great disadvantage. This time Lance did not resist, which directly brought Scarlett closer to the two people.

Scarlett looked at Lance's eyes face to face, and the tip of his nose rubbed inadvertently. There was only one finger between the lips and the lips. She opened her lips gently, "If I said, I'll wait for you in the room tonight, would you believe it?" The teasing feeling of the cat catching a mouse collided between the lips and teeth.

A trace of danger signal appeared in Lance's eyes. Obviously, he did not like the feeling of losing the initiative. But Lance was not busy, his eyes were still motionless, and the danger slowly spread out, "If I said, I have the ability to break in, would you believe it?" In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies were just paper tigers.

Scarlett's flaming red lips gently raised, outlining a beautiful arc, "The problem is not whether it can be, but whether it dares." As he spoke, Scarlett's gaze swept down, as if scanning Lance's lower body. No man could ignore the provocative look, but Lance did not rush as expected, and his smile came into his eyes from the corner of his mouth, which made Scarlett's hair stand up and sounded the danger alarm. However, Scarlett did not retreat immediately, but opened his mouth and said again, "The famous Lancelot-Stralo, indeed, is well-deserved."

The sentence without a head or end contains too many meanings, which makes people confused and makes people think. The warm breath disturbs the cold air, colliding with sparks, slapping on the cheeks, dyeing a light blush. Inadvertently, breathing begins to accelerate, and the sound of the heart hitting the chest begins to become clear.

Then I saw Scarlett slowly tiptoeing, the distance between the lips and the lips became shorter and shorter. I rubbed it inadvertently, just rubbing the surface, just like the touch of silk flying rapidly falling down the back of my hand. The touch of existence and absence made the chemical reaction become more intense, making people unable to help but want to explore the heat behind the softness.

Scarlett twisted his head again, "hissed", and his lips gently rubbed it again, as if the hot sunlight at noon in August pierced the skin and merged into the blood. In an instant, the gunpowder bank ignited, and all the adrenaline sensation burst out rapidly, and I couldn't wait to rub each other into it.

Just then.

Scarlett pushed Lance away, quickly took a few steps back, showing a successful smile on her face, looking at Lance, whose eyes were covered with a thin/smell/color, and laughed happily. The hoarse smoke voice became more and more thick and wild in the middle of the night. Scarlett raised his head and drank all the whiskey in his hand in one breath. Facing Lance, he stepped back in an orderly manner, and pulled the distance away little by little.

Lance raised his left hand and rubbed the end of his eyebrows with the back of his thumb's nails. The curve of the corner of his mouth could not be held back and rose up, helpless and absurd, but it soon turned into a joke and strong. Without any warning, Lance rushed forward half a step forward, supported his hands on the balcony railing, and his muscles were tensed, like an elegant cheetah, as if he only needed to leap gently to cross the middle interval and invade the world from this world to that world.

Seeing Lance gently soaring into the air, Scarlett's expression finally changed a little, and it seemed that he had not expected Lance to act like this at all. However, Lance did not leap over, but fell back to the spot. Scarlett's heart also fell down with the gravity pulling Lance. Then she saw Lance restrain his smile, unable to see his expression clearly in the night, and could only hear the low voice, "Be careful, Miss Johnson. Be careful."

Scarlett raised his right hand, raised his middle finger, then quickly left the balcony, returned to the room, and closed the door, leaning against the door, gasping for breath.

Don't look at her being able to deal with it easily and not being surprised when things change, but the crazy beating of her heart was so real that she almost gave her an illusion that she was about to jump out of her chest. Scarlett put a whiskey cup on her lips. The hot temperature encountered the cold glass. Not only did it not cool down, it became more and more boiling. Scarlett could still feel the scorching gaze on her back, but she did not turn around, but straightened her back, stepped on the steps of her high heels, and left this field gracefully, completely disappeared into the darkness.

After taking a deep breath several times, the heart that was beating wildly slowly calmed down, but the boiling blood could not calm down for a short period of time. The brief confrontation just now was almost suffocating, and the tense tension could not be dissipated for a long time. Lance underestimated Scarlett. He always believed that Scarlett was still very immature now, far from being the black widow who became famous later, but obviously, Lance made a mistake in his judgment. Sometimes, the first impression would be lie, and more often, fixed impressions would often cause more wrong perceptions.

This holiday now seems to be getting more and more interesting.
Chapter completed!