Justin sat up abruptly. The man, who had just done something bad, had such a guilty conscience that he didn't dare to look at her.
The man, who had always been able to dominate the space he was in, tensed up. In his mind, his thoughts were also warring with one another: When had she woken up? She didn't feel that just now, did she? Should he continue kissing her?
While he was having an internal struggle, the woman abruptly grabbed his collar and pulled him over hard. Justin, a man who could dodge all the gunfire in a rain of bullets, was yanked toward her like a weakling, and he bumped into her.
"Come on, let's…"
Upon hearing this, Justin kissed her hard again.
The kiss this time was extremely passionate.
Justin felt as if the woman was about to claim every part of him, right down to his bones, and the lust in his eyes gradually grew stronger. But when he was about to reach into her clothes, the woman grabbed him.
