Julia moistened her lips and wanted to stretch out her head, but she found that even if Ford sat on a chair, his legs was still very long. If she did not gripped the desk for balance, she would probably hang her whole body on him, which would be even more embarrassing. Ford was sitting rail—straight with his lips curved into an undetectable arc, showing no inclination to help her at all. Julia made up her mind to stretched out her arms and hooked around his neck. Her entire body trembled because of nervousness. She became even more cautious. Her expression did not seem like she was about to kiss him, but more like she had some kind of mission to do. Julia was approaching little by little. Ford's expression didn't changed. His dark eyes were as deep as the waves in a storm.