Purple Summers was almost out of breath.
Her mind went blank as she was kissed, losing her ability to think, like a drowning person unconsciously tightening their grip around the neck of the person in front of them.
The air inside her lungs was gradually drained, while at the same time, ignited sparks teased every nerve and cell.
Alexander Summers kissed her deeply, satisfyingly.
After it ended, Purple's cheeks were flushed, like a peach-colored sunset, and her small lips were even redder and more tender. She breathed slightly, enchantingly captivating.
Alexander was overwhelmed with love as his emotions stirred, hugging her tightly and kissing her forehead, whispering hoarsely, "Purple, I truly love you."
I truly love you.
The love had seeped into his bones, almost like an instinct similar to eating and sleeping, as if he could no longer live without it, and without it, he wouldn't be himself anymore.
