They had kissed one another on the cheeks before. That time, she was on her period. He had kissed her like this in the relaxation room.
But, at that time, she lay down on the bed, and now, she was standing upright.
Her small white hands were firmly holding onto the material of his shirt around his waist, and she felt both of her legs go soft.
"Older Brother…" she called out to him.
"Yeah?" The man responded with a deep voice. He used his right arm to caress her small waist. Her small waist was probably only 1/4 of the length of his arm. He weaved his left hand through her hair. He pressed the back of her head down, and his thin lips went all the way down onto her face.
"Older Brother, don't, don't be like this… You are drunk right now."
"You are pushing me again?"
