Roy stared at her. The pain under his eyes gradually spread.
Reaching out, he pulled over her face, but trying to lift his lips to smile, "Cassie, I am your boyfriend, if you are not happy, you can tell me, you know?"
Cassie stared at his eyes and nodded gently after a while.
She was so sorry that he was drunk.
He couldn't help but lower his head and keep his lips close to her.
The tension swept her, her hands clenched, and she turned away when his lips were nearing her.
Roy did not lift his face, always holding his original posture. His eyes were flickering, and Cassie closed her lips, facing to the other side, gasping, but he turned her face again, this time, like a spring shower, kisses fell, catching her off guard.
"Roy." She was about to shout his name when his tongue came in.
For a moment, interwoven with his tongue, she seemed nailed to the seat of the car, motionless, with her eyes closed and her eyelashes trembling.
