Nora Smith was leaning lazily on the sofa when Asher Hawn's suffocating handsome face suddenly leaned down.
In the face of his burning eyes, Nora Smith backed away. "What are you doing..."
Before Nora Smith had finished speaking, Asher Hawn's sexy thin lips closed her mouth.
Lips and teeth clashed, Nora Smith's breathing paused for a few seconds, and she let out a subconscious melody.
The flame in Asher Hawn's eyes suddenly burned more brightly, and he couldn't help deepening the kiss.
His overbearing and gentle kiss fell like a storm, giving Nora Smith no breathing space at all.
The temperature of the living room gradually rises, and then rises...
I don't know how long it took Asher Hawn to end this kiss that left him with endless aftertaste.
He bowed his head and pressed his forehead against hers. His eyes were as deep as a sea, and he stared at her tightly. "Nora Smith, promise me to come back to me, will you?"
"I..." Nora Smith was breathless with his kiss.