He still pressed his thin lips tightly together and said nothing.
So, Mabel Quinn simply held Kyle Kinston's face and kissed his forehead, eyebrows, the corners of his eyes, and the bridge of his nose... "Alright, don't be mad anymore. Your angry expression is kind of scary to look at." As she continued kissing, she felt as if she was the one taking advantage. But then again, he was a 30-year-old man, yet his skin was still so good, without visible pores. How many men at this age have such good skin?
But his skin was so good that even she, a woman, felt envious! She wondered if, in the future, when they got married and had children, their baby would have such enviable skin...
Uh, wait, that seems a bit off-topic. She shouldn't be thinking about that now, right?
Mabel was quite speechless with herself at the moment. How could she think about that?
"Are you afraid too?" His voice suddenly sounded by her ear.
"Uh? What?" She didn't react immediately.
