It seems... hard!
"Honey, look!"
After the man's words, Ivy naturally felt something poking beneath her as she sat down. Her face turned completely red in an instant: "Michael Gordon, you..."
Ivy was at a loss for words, and in the next moment, Michael's lips covered hers, softly kissing, gentle with reassurance. Just as he pried open her clamped teeth, preparing to insert his tongue, he remembered that her tongue was injured and had been treated with medicine.
Although it was not serious, he still took it to heart.
Leaving her lips, Michael pressed his forehead against hers, his face almost entirely against hers, staring deeply into her pupils. The two's eyelashes almost intertwined together.
"Why were you so foolish?"
Michael's hoarse reproachful voice contained an air of helplessness.
Ivy was slightly stunned. Perhaps they were both too smart, or perhaps there was an unspoken connection between people in love, so Ivy immediately understood the meaning of his words.
