George Flack's large hands were massaging Aria Grant's face, claiming it was stiff, but when touched, it was soft, belying the coolness of her outward appearance with the tender flesh hidden within, just like a baby's skin, even bouncy.
Grinning foolishly, George Flack apologized, "Sorry, that was my fault just now, I was just scared, scared that you'd be mad at me. What would I do if you ignored me? But I'll be more careful in the future, I won't be so hasty!"
Aria's face, pinched by George, had her little cherry mouth puckered up, and then her eyes were filled with innocent naïveté.
Looking at Aria before him, George's heart swelled with happiness, and he suddenly felt more cheerful, knowing that they had reconciled and that he didn't need to be so cautious and sensitive anymore.
Gurgle, gurgle—
Ha-ha-ha, hearing the sound, George laughed out loud. He had thought Aria was just playing around and hadn't realized how hungry she was—only for her stomach to start growling!
