"I really want to kiss you. You don't want to keep giving it, Nez?"
"No, Mas, I'm not your wife. I'm still your fiancé. I don't want to be kissed by you."
"Okay, I'll just kiss your cheek like our engagement night."
"No, Mas!!"
"Why? So stingy? Watch out if you're married. I want to take everything from you, now tell me what should I kiss you? I want a kiss." The speech is a little inconsequential, to be honest I'm very illfeel. He keeps changing.
"Here, just kiss my hand," I held out the back of my hand. Damn, he's both real superstars. He kissed very long. I was so amused by it.
"It's done, Mas! It's really annoying, your saliva sticks to my hands. I... I don't like it!" He suddenly grabbed my hand and led me out of my room.
"Yes, later you can wash it before eating. Come on, my stomach is hungry," he asked as he continued to hold my hand.
