But this wine is not something that everyone can taste.
In the moonlight, the man carefully shielded the girl in his arms, then gently supported the back of her neck and kissed downwards with tender and passionate movements, laden with deep affection.
They were like lovers reunited after a long separation, with every single action cautious and careful.
He treasured her as the jewel of his heart, yet it always seemed like his love was never enough.
The moonlight outlined the girl's soft figure as well as the man's sturdy form.
Feeling the strength around her waist, Hannah quietly tiptoed, but the man steadied her, willingly bending his back for her.
Even the waves lapping at the shore composed the most beautiful and romantic symphony.
It was hard to let go and hard to part.
Arnold Simmons stepped back slightly, staring intently at the young girl's flushed cheeks, her eyes misty as if veiled. He chuckled softly, speaking the words that pleased her the most with joy.
