Mathew stood at the edge of the pool. When he looked afar, it was the unique night view of Los Angeles. He appreciated it for a while, and then he heard footsteps behind him. He turned his head.
Tiffany was wearing a white Chanel swimsuit, hot and sexy.
As she walked into the water step by step, Mathew heard the sound of himself swallowing.
He turned his head, not daring to look at her. He picked up a glass of red wine and said nervously, "Would you like some wine?"
Tiffany took the wine and stared at the wine glass for a few seconds. She suddenly raised her head and found that Mathew had been looking at her.
She asked, "Why are you looking at me?"
"You are very good-looking."
She could not help but chuckle.
Pedro had never said that she was good-looking. He even thought that she w
