'Your hands are so cold, don't pinch my face."

Starey said coldly, but actually grabbed her hand and rubbed it happily, and his small eyes looked at the sports car in front of him.

He frowned. 'I hope that man won't do anything stupid for me."

'Don't worry, I won't."

Bluce got off the car, came up, stretched out his hand and grabbed Starey's chin, and looked at it carefully.

If Kora hadn't taken his hand away, he would have kept watching. 'He is my son, named ...