She laid weakly on the couch, completely drained by his kisses.
The moment he released her, she just collapsed into the sofa...
Leaning over, he smiled faintly.
The man looked amusedly at the little girl in his arms, who was panting lightly with her mouth slightly open.
Her vulnerability contrasted sharply with his strength. The little girl who laid there pitifully had an unusual blush all over her skin from excitement.
The glow in her eyes finally regathered. She raised her little face amidst the confusion. His cold, firm face reflected in her misty eyes.
"Look! I'm really not hurting anymore..."
The man's voice was cold, yet carried a tempting tenderness. These echoes reverberated in the young girl's heart for a while before she finally registered what he meant by 'not hurting'.
If you kiss me, it won't hurt anymore, that's what you said before, right?
But what he just did, how could that be called just a kiss?
He obviously…
"You lied..."
