The kiss was fierce and urgent, which made Sara feel like she was being burned. When she came to herself in a daze, the old dog's hand had already touched the place that should not be touched. Sara suddenly came to her senses and pushed him away with blurred eyes. "... I have to go down!"
"..." Hank tutted and said, "Fine."
Reluctantly, he ate Sara twice, then got up, picked her up, and zipped her carefully.
Sara's mouth was originally stained with a little orange lipstick, but now there was no longer any of it. It was a kind of fresh red after the strawberry was cooked.
She looked in the mirror and found that it was a little swollen, so she took out a lipstick to repair it and combed her hair. Anyway, she couldn't tell that she had just done something bad.
Hank leaned on the side and looked at her with a smile. Sara turned her head and glared at him. "You're still laughing!"
"Why can't I smile?"
Sara said, "It's all your fault!"