Don't treat her like a plaything, even if it's deceit, make sure she doesn't feel the uncertainty in his heart.
He lowered his head, his lips brushing Emma Smith's, lingering and teasing her, sometimes tender and gentle, other times fierce and passionate.
After a deep kiss, Robert Thomson reluctantly released Emma Smith, gazing at her flushed face in his arms, with her small, alluring, rosy lips that had been from the fervent kiss. He gently touched her slightly swollen lips with his fingertips, like a blooming flower.
He leaned down and gently kissed Emma Smith's forehead, asking softly, "How do you feel about this place?"
When she raised her head, she saw Robert Thomson's familiar warm smile. In the distance, the green mountains seemed like the background of an ink wash painting. The lampposts lining the mountain road cast a faint yellow glow, scattering light across the terrace and creating a dreamy backdrop, with Robert's figure and smile completing a warm and intimate scene.
