Chapter 14 a knife doesn't have eyes.

As soon as Max Andrews lowered his arm and lowered his head to turn over the paper towels in his bag, a cold voice came from behind him, "I'm afraid the paper is not enough. Would you like to take you to wash it with water?" Max Andrews's thin shoulders stiffened and he turned slowly. Alex Brock looked at her, his face cold. "You are a very strange person. You say you like me, but your body is very resistant to me." Alex Brock approached Max Andrews, pinching her chin and lifting her face to expose it to the sun. Fasten your seat belt and your first instinct is to pull back. Holding hands, your immediate reaction is to hide. Kiss- "Alex Brock's eyes slowly fell on her ruddy lips from top to bottom. Her lips were very light in color. She didn't wear lipstick today. The effect of this red shows how hard the person who just wiped his mouth was.". Alex Brock's eyes were sharp, but his hand touched Max Andrews's lips more gent