They leaned towards each other again, their breaths intertwining.
Finally, Fang Zhi, panting slightly, pushed her back a little and then embraced Lin Shu once the distance was slightly reclaimed.
"I really want to devour you right now," Fang Zhi's voice was a bit hoarse, carrying a tempting tone.
Each word pounded on Lin Shu's crumbling heart, enticing her to get closer to him, closer yet.
The two culminated in a kiss, as a child on roller-skates dashed out in the park, lingering his gaze a bit longer on the handsome man and beautiful woman.
Passing by Lin Shu, he asked, "Pretty sister, why are your lips swollen? Were you stung by a bee?"
Lin Shu's face turned red, and she buried her head in Fang Zhi's chest.
Nevertheless, the child still lingered, staring at Fang Zhi.
"Hey, uncle. Were you also stung by a bee on your lips?"
