Chapter 69-French kiss

Cecilia pov

My lips took the entire last period of evening self-study to recover completely.

There seemed to be a trace of Karl's lips and tongue in my mouth, a faint hint of minty bitterness, making my throat parched.

I had to guzzle down two bottles of water to ease it.

Mechelle stared at my still-red lips, furrowing her brows, and then reluctantly slouched over her desk to work on her English exam.

"Hey, did you know?" Mechelle opened the school's student forum on her phone and handed it to me. "They say Monica confessed to Karl today!"

Monica was a goddess, stunningly beautiful, and once went viral in our city for a candid classroom photo.

Many students from other schools admired her and came to chase after her.

I felt a twinge of curiosity and asked, "Did she succeed?"