Women Only Slow Down My Shooting!

"Are you okay?" Kobe flashed a rare warm smile and held out his hand.

"Mm." Vanessa rubbed her head, looked up, and saw a dark silhouette standing against the light.

So tall!

Vanessa instinctively reached out, and Kobe's large hand immediately clasped hers. With a powerful pull, he hauled her up from the floor.

His hand is so warm. Vanessa lowered her head as much as possible to hide the blush on her cheeks.

"What's your name?" Kobe naturally knew the girl in front of him was called Vanessa—Vanessa Bryant, the future Mrs. Bryant.

But at their first meeting, he couldn't go scaring Mrs. Bryant off.

"My name is Vanessa. Vanessa Laine."

"Nice name." Kobe winked.

He complimented me. Vanessa lowered her head again and asked in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "And what's your name?"

"My name is Kobe. Kobe Bryant."

"That basketball player!? Kobe?"

"I'm probably the Kobe you mean."

The two were chatting happily when Dogg barged into the dressing room, his voice like a broken gong.

"Hey! Kobe, hurry up, filming's about to start!"

"Oh, sorry. You two carry on." Seeing that Kobe and Vanessa were still holding hands, Dogg gave them the knowing smile of someone who had been there before.

He'd figured it out!

This Kobe had claimed he didn't like any girls.

And now he'd caught on so quickly.

Now this was more like a nineteen-year-old boy! This was what us Black guys were supposed to do after making money!

"Alright, alright, Dogg. Let's go film." Kobe smiled faintly and stepped in front of the flustered Vanessa.

Watching Kobe's retreating back, Vanessa had no idea why, but she felt her heartbeat quicken.

For the first time, Kobe felt awkward.

His old face reddened!

All this awkwardness came from K.O.B.E.

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