Chapter 827

Chapter 827

In her impression, most men liked bars and bustling and lively places. Few men like fishing...

But he could sit there so quietly, with a relaxed and elegant posture...

She knew he was calm, but she didn't know that he could sit there so quietly. He closed his eyes slightly. His fur collar on the black coat was fluttering in the cold wind, which brushed his face...

Suddenly, Kingsley leaned his long body forward and looked at her eyes. The distance between them was so close that she could clearly see every pore of his face. "What are you looking at?"

Sherman was shocked by his behavior and her heart was still beating fast. She was a little embarrassed. "No... Nothing..."

"Really?" He said mildly, with a charming chuckle on his face. He moved the fishing rod. He didn't believe it.

Sherman didn't speak. Her eyes quickly fell on the fishing rod, as she was embarrassed.

"Nothing, really." She adjusted her breathing secretly and once again defended herself.

Only her slig