Yvette was annoyed, thinking, now is not the time to worry about all this.
"Yvette..." Lance, his face pale, grabbed her hand tightly, despite all his pain.
Looking at how Lance looked now, Yvette felt a bit bitter.
She thought, is the truth really that important?
In any case, we are no longer together.
But she didn't have the heart to speak her mind. Instead, she said, "No."
But halfway through her sentence, Lance had already pulled her gently into his arms.
She was unable to say anything more.
That was because her lips were pressed against his.
Lance raised her chin with his beautiful and slender fingers as he rubbed his lips, which were thin and sexy, together with Yvette's.
It brought about intense shudders.
Yvette's legs went soft from his teasing, and she couldn't help but feel a trace of shame.
