James turned and looked at the frail woman in front of him. Perhaps her cheeks were as red as a ripe autumn apple from the heat of the walk. Instead of insisting, he sat down next to her, pulled a water bottle out of his backpack, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to her.
She took a sip and handed it to him, and he only looked at the neck of the bottle where she had just left her lipstick, and his thin lips fell and hugged her gently, naturally drinking water.
Hey, are you out of water? Emmy couldn't help but scream in a low voice when she saw him drinking water like that. James smiled at her.
"It's not that I haven't eaten your saliva. Every time I kiss you, do I eat less?"Luckily, the car that James called soon arrived, so the two of them quickly got into this rather spacious business car.
"Do you want the car to carry you the remaining 23 kilometers?" James asked her with a smile.
