In the living room, the night breeze had already swiftly leaped out of the window.
The magazine on the coffee table, which was already halfway off the edge, slid down a little, then finally couldn't hold on. It fell to the floor, making an even more obvious sound.
Lucas Walker furrowed his brow, turning his face to reach for the door again.
The Night breeze, the night breeze, can you make it?
Ivana Bennett silently cursed, she didn't have time to think, mustering up courage, she raised her hand to cradle Lucas Walker's face, covering his ears with both hands.
Standing on her tiptoes, she leaned in, taking the initiative to kiss Lucas on his lips.
Feeling anxious inside, scared that he would leave, Ivana kissed him desperately and fervently.
Being kissed like this, Lucas Walker's hand on the doorknob lost its grip. He moved his palm back, then wrapped it around her waist.
