Lance's thin lips were pressed against her delicate lips, and the friction created an intimate heat.
He felt like his heart was jumping on a cliff, and every cell in his body was conveying his desire.
His chest felt even sour, and he wanted to hug her and kiss her. He missed her so much.
Ever since he regained what he lost, he had mixed feelings, feeling bittersweet.
There were too many emotions that he couldn't speak. He wished that he could rub her into his bones and blood.
But he suppressed himself, and he only kissed lightly on her lips, carrying an endless attachment.
A few seconds later, Yvette recovered from her daze and angrily punched Lance's chest.
"Ouch..."
Lance snorted in pain. She must hit the wound on his shoulder.
Yvette's hands unconsciously stopped, but her face was still wearing an angry expression.
"Yvette..."
