Her lips were soft, and her breath was sweet.
Especially since they hadn't seen each other for so long after entering the Netherworld, Sylvia's kiss was noticeably more intense than usual.
It was only after a long while that they finally parted, and a thin, alluring silver thread still connected Sylvia's glistening lips.
The softness of that kiss—there probably wasn't a woman in the world who could compare.
The only problem was…
"Babe, are you sure this is supposed to be a punishment?" Timothy couldn't help but chuckle.
"Well… I couldn't really think of any other punishment, so…"
Sylvia froze for a moment, then suddenly realized the gravity of the situation. She was both embarrassed and furious. "Damn it! Of course, this isn't a punishment for you—it's more like a reward!"
What was supposed to be a punishment had turned into a reward, leaving Sylvia flustered and confused.
But what other punishment could she come up with?
