His finger lifted her chin slightly, as he lowered his face to kiss her again.
The girl's lips tasted of cream, sweet with a milky scent.
The surrounding music, the dim environment... it was easy to lose oneself, so the kiss became somewhat indulgent.
The ice cream melted bit by bit, dripping onto his hand, her skirt, but he didn't notice, just leaned her back on the chair, savoring the long-missed delight.
Until!
The lights suddenly came on.
Yu Yao was startled, hurriedly pushing him away, and the ice cream in her hand fell, hitting her skirt.
She frantically tugged her clothes, reaching out to wipe it off, only to have her wrist caught by him.
"Let me do it!"
Taking a tissue, Moses carefully wiped the cream stain off her skirt, then went to wipe her calf.
Feeling his movements, Yu Yao's heart almost leaped out of her chest, hurriedly shrinking back.
"No... it's not necessary!"
