Swift's lips were soft and resilient; Hansen felt as if he was eating QQ candy.
Just as his breathing accelerated again and his hands began to subconsciously move upward,
"Ding!"
The sound of the oven timer interrupted the two.
They instantly pulled apart.
Hansen subconsciously crossed his legs.
"The cake is ready," he reminded her.
Swift turned to get the cake, and Hansen quickly adjusted his position.
Swift had made a cheesecake, which just needed to be chilled in the refrigerator after baking before it could be eaten.
However, after their experience, the atmosphere in the bakery had become slightly awkward.
"You've never had a girlfriend before, have you?" Swift finally broke the silence.
"I just haven't had the time," Hansen explained.
He might not be an NBA superstar yet, but as a millionaire, finding a girlfriend shouldn't be difficult, should it?
