But Faye had her back turned to her, didn't see her distress, so naturally wouldn't come to console her. Tessa Caldwell stomped her foot fiercely, angrily shouted, "Faye, I'm jealous!"
Faye turned around in surprise: "..."
He saw Tessa, like an angry kitten, swiftly pounce on him and then fiercely kissed his lips—not a kiss, but a bite.
Very rude and unreasonable.
His lips were bitten and broken, blood spread between their lips and teeth.
Tessa tasted a hint of metallic sweetness.
And instantly felt guilty.
Her fervor suddenly softened, turning into a little beast-like sucking, careful pandering, and said aggrievedly, "I don't like you being so nice to other women, I don't like it I don't like it!"
Faye, with his deep peach blossom eyes, passionately chased her gaze, suddenly giving a faint smile.
Then, he fiercely kissed her, teasing and provoking, fingers roaming over her body, wherever he touched, eliciting shivers from Tessa.
