Continued from chapter 19 where .,
*Chalee leaned in, his voice dripping with mischief.* "Don't you think you owe me a reward?"
Snow couldn't help but smirk at his cunning words. She decided to play along, her eyes twinkling with playful mischief. "A reward? When did I owe you one?" she teased, her voice sweetly innocent yet laced with sarcasm.
Chalee tilted his head, feigning exasperation. "So, you don't remember, huh?"
Snow shook her head, her playful smile widening. "Nope."
Without warning, Chalee grabbed her by the waist and effortlessly lifted her, placing her on the counter of the cozy café. His hands slid up her sides, fingers grazing her neck as he gazed deeply into her eyes. Snow's breath hitched as Chalee's lips hovered just inches from her skin, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race.
"Ouch!" Snow yelped, a mix of surprise and delight in her voice as she felt Chalee's playful bite on her neck, leaving a teasing mark.
Realizing the increasing risk of being seen, Chalee scooped Snow into his arms, effortlessly hoisting her onto his broad shoulder. Snow squirmed in mock protest. "Senior, what are you doing? Let me down!"
His voice dropped to a husky whisper, filled with longing. "Be quiet. I'll show you what it's like to miss someone, even when they're right next to you."
Ignoring her further protests, Chalee carried her through the winding corridors of the café, finally entering a secluded, dimly lit room at the end. He gently placed her on the soft bed, closing the door behind them with a sense of finality.
"Senior..." Snow began, but her words were silenced as Chalee's lips met hers in a passionate kiss. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the intensity of the moment.
Pulling back, Chalee cupped her chin, his eyes never leaving hers. He began unbuttoning his shirt, his gaze filled with a desire that sent shivers down Snow's spine. She could sense what he wanted, his intentions clear even without words.
As she instinctively moved backward, Chalee followed, their breaths mingling in the intimate space between them. He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead before trailing his lips down to her neck, the urgency of his love evident in every touch.
Just as the moment reached its peak, a loud knock echoed through the room, breaking the spell. Chalee cursed under his breath, frustration written all over his face as he looked towards the door, still holding Snow's hands.
"Senior, go see who it is," Snow urged gently.
"I don't want to," he muttered, his voice filled with reluctance.
"Please, it might be important," she insisted, her eyes pleading.
With a heavy sigh, Chalee reluctantly stood and moved towards the door, casting one last longing glance at Snow. Opening the door, his expression mirrored a mix of disappointment and reluctant acceptance, much like a hero thwarted at the climax of a dramatic tale.
**To be continued...**
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