Sandra was close to Wesley.

There was a hint of Osmanthus fragrance on her body.

"We are on the same boat." Wesley said, concealing his worries in his eyes.

Sandra asked, "Is that true? You could have waited until I couldn't hold on anymore and then come to the rescue. Wouldn't that make you look even more like a hero?"

Her voice intentionally sounded soft.

Like a kitten's paws scratching at his heart.

It tickles but makes him want more.

Wesley ...