This was already the third time Moira had been distracted.

Juliet clicked her tongue lightly and sat next to Moira, lifting her hand to hook Moira's shoulder. "Moira, what's got you so lost in thought that you didn't even respond when I called you three times?"

Moira was suddenly hugged by Juliet, and her thoughts immediately snapped back. She looked at Juliet with some guilt. "I was just thinking about something."

Juliet raised an eyebrow. "What were you thinking about that had you so captivated?"

What was she thinking about?

Of course, she was thinking about the embarrassing incident from last night!

God knew what had gotten into her last night. After Barclay said that sentence, she fell silent for a moment, then suddenly reached out and touched his abdominal muscles.

The scene at the time was extremely awkward, and Moira felt embarrassed and uncomfortable thinking about it again.

How could she tell Juliet about this?

Moira said hurriedly, "I was just thinking about the performance."

"Is that so?" Juliet looked at her with a half-smile, clearly not believing her. "Why would thinking about a performance make you blush?"

Moira was speechless. Did Juliet have to scrutinize her like that?

Moira was already feeling guilty. Hearing Juliet's words, she felt even more unable to cope. "Let me organize my thoughts."

Juliet looked at Moira's flushed ears and let go of her hand. "It's okay, take your time to organize your thoughts and explain properly!"

Moira felt a little embarrassed. "There's something off with your gaze."

Juliet admitted openly. "I'm glad you noticed."

Moira fell silent.

Moira took five minutes to organize her thoughts, or rather, to do some mental preparation.

After getting herself ready mentally, she spoke up. "Juliet, what do you think of me?"

Juliet looked at her seriously for a moment. "Wow! You're so beautiful, and your voice is charming! Don't look at me like that, gorgeous. My sexual orientation isn't that firm!"

Moira was blown away by Juliet's flattery. "Stop it, stop it! That's not what I'm asking. What I mean is, what do you think of my character?"

Juliet answered, "Kind, lovely, independent and generous, humble and polite, knows when to advance and retreat..."

Moira couldn't take Juliet's praises anymore.

She asked directly, "Do you think I'm lustful?"

When Juliet heard this, she was visibly surprised. "Baby, why are you suddenly asking such a question?"

She didn't understand. Everyone had a bit of lust in them, right?

Moira covered her face with her hand. "I don't know why, but every time I see Barclay, I feel like I'm drawn to him. I can't help but look at him a few more times, and even want to..." The word "touch" sounded a bit lewd, so Moira didn't dare to say it out loud.

Juliet said, "Even want to touch him, right?"

Moira moved her index and middle fingers and blinked at Juliet. "Am I being too lewd?"

Juliet replied, "How is that lewd? Everyone has a love of beauty! Barclay is a top-notch man among men. I bet every woman would want to go with him in bed."

Moira did not reply, thinking Juliet's statement was a bit exaggerated.

Juliet thought that it was something big. "Silly child, how can you call this lust? Did you have such thoughts about Alfie in the past?"

Moira thought about it and shook her head. "No."

Juliet continued, "Right? Only some idiots would fall for Alfie. Look at you, you're different. It's been so many years, but you've only kissed twice."

Moira was embarrassed. "Be more serious. I've never kissed him before."

If kissing on the cheek counted... never mind!

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