It should be their first eting.
Yet the two people smiling facing the cara, though one tall, one short, one male, one female, one young, one old, have sothing peculiar about them, making him instinctively take the phone in his hand, pursing his lips, and carefully look twice.
Then he realized—
Mia Ginger’s smile resembles Bradley Cooper’s.
Her eyes narrowing into a slit, the corners of her lips curving into a soft arc, giving a sense of warmth and affection.
Koa Jackson furrowed his brow and handed the phone back to Mia Ginger.
He said lightly, "Bradley Cooper is over fifty, isn’t he? Why do you like celebrities so much older?"
"I don’t just like him, you know, I just like him the most," Mia Ginger listed several current popular actors and finally sighed, "It’s still those classic roles created by Bradley Cooper that are harder to surpass. He used to act in martial arts dramas, like ’Swordsman.’ Did you watch it? He was the male lead, always in a white outfit, with a sword strapped to his back, flying around. He looked so suave and dashing, I... um..."
Before Mia Ginger could finish, her babbling little mouth was blocked by Koa Jackson.
Koa Jackson held her face with one hand and kissed her, with his strong arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her directly into his embrace.
He’s twenty-eight after all, not eighteen.
Affection has been a blank slate these years, and even, for many years earlier, his life was so dull that it was devoid of any interest.
..."
"Brother Jackson, your fingers are so beautiful."
Beautiful?
Koa Jackson furrowed his brows.
Mia Ginger still smiled, "Do all doctors’ hands look as beautiful as yours?"
"..." Koa Jackson could not answer her.
He never paid attention to others’ fingers, alright?
It’s just this girl’s whimsical habits piled up.
She likes sleeping in his shirt, and idly enjoying playing with his fingers.
Koa Jackson thought about it, and his mood suddenly brightened, feeling Mia Ginger’s odd habits were actually harmless.
Just like him...
He seed to have always rembered her feet since he was young, the feeling of holding her little feet was almost reverent, and now he likes her hair, thinking that this girl’s hair is truly unbelievably soft.
With a shift of thought, he brought her fingers to his lips for a kiss, and whispered, "Little One."
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