"You are so skillful. Do you often practice it?"
Terrence stared at Alexa with a faint smile. But Alexa pursed her lips and pushed him away.
"What does it have to do with you?"
"You tell me. What does it have to do with me?"
Terrence did not let go and pulled her back into his arms.
Alexa felt a slight chill on her neck and subconsciously shrank back.
His fingertips slowly wandered around her neck. When he saw the hickey on her skin, Terrence chuckled.
"Are you going to go out like this?"
Realizing what Terrence was talking about, Alexa was embarrassed. The blush on her face, which had finally subsided, came back again.
Terrence let go of her and chose a silk scarf for her to cover the hickey on her neck.
"It's better now." Terrence curled up his lips into a grin in satisfaction.
"Thank you."
"You don't have to be so polite to me, Mrs. Ramsey."
"Who is Mrs. Ramsey?"