Ma He's Making Eyes At Me นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He responded, leaning down into me, “Won't be a loss. At least not for me.” “Wanna try?” I stared at him intently, the air around us getting heavier. “As much as I love our little squibble, don't think I don't know what's going on in there” I rolled my eyes, “You're free to think whatever you want” “Firstly, never roll your eyes at me, unless you want them gouged out. They're too pretty for that though” I could feel the color drain from my face, watching him examine my eyes like some lab product,

he mocked face of horror and feigned heart attack. "Far way more than you. C'mon you have to admit it. It's finer than you and your eyes," she's so obsessed with his eyes to which Mashkur always ask himself if there is anything special about it. It's just normal black obs that people have. "Aww, she admitted that my eyes are so beautiful," he fan-girled and a huge grin etched on his full lips. He looks happy, like he wasn't the one that wanted to rip someone's throat just some hours ago.

He smiled when he saw me, one eyebrow lifting as he eyed me in his predatory way. Is he looking at me? or am I hallucinating?

His gaze is so serious that I look away. “Who is blushing now?” he chuckles, making me blush even more. Oh! No, he is not going to win, I started this teasing. “Me? Blushing? No way, I don’t do that.” I say, still looking at the pitch darkness outside, I take a really long and deep breath before turning to face him. I find him smiling so widely, he thinks he has won against me, he is mistaken. “It’s just that your eyes…” I pause and stare so deeply in them, I see his pupil falter a bit. Yes! It's working, I smile.

“Izzу, рlеаѕе, lооk аt me.” Mу еуеѕ flicked uр frоm thе ѕhееt to lock with hіѕ, ѕаdnеѕѕ radiated іn hіѕ оwn, and I gаѕреd wаtсhіng a tеаr еѕсаре and roll dоwn hіѕ cheek.

he began, his voice cutting through my thoughts, "if someone saw how you're staring at me so intently, they might think you've fallen deeply in love with me." "Love? Oh, please!" I scoffed, sitting up straight and rolling my eyes. He didn’t turn around, yet he managed to maintain eye contact with me through the mirror. It felt almost like hypnosis; I was completely lost in those hazel eyes. It took me a moment to regain my composure, and when I did, he chuckled, amused by how easily I had succumbed to his gaze.