Carson Flores had come to understand that once a fairy falls in love, she is no different from an ordinary woman in the mortal world.
A fairy is, after all, still a woman.
Things had reached this point, so Carson had nothing more to say and lowered his head to kiss her.
Alfred Weaver instinctively grabbed Carson's arm with her hands, like a helpless little girl, her whole body tense, her mind blank.
It wasn't an overwhelmingly sweet feeling, but the touch was soft, quite comfortable, and most importantly, her heart was pounding rapidly, as if it would leap out of her chest!
As an experienced hand, Carson took on the responsibility of guiding, neither rushing nor slowing down.
After a long while, their lips parted.
Alfred's lips were moist, and her eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, her whole body softened into a puddle.
She leaned into Carson's embrace, reminiscing about the feeling of her heart racing, blood rushing through her body.
