"What are you doing?" He snorted coldly, looking a bit awkward, "You caused me to be kissed by a dog first thing in the morning, I have to kiss back."
"Then, then go kiss it. Why kiss me?" This man, really petty.
Asher Land didn't care, his thin lips covered hers, prying open her teeth, lingering and sucking.
Her lips were so sweet, it made him addicted, unwilling to part.
He knew if this continued, things would get out of control again, so he wisely stopped, letting her go.
"Get up, let's go downstairs for breakfast." He straightened his clothes, talking to the little woman beneath him whose eyes were a bit dazed.
Actually, under his teasing, she was easily moved, she pressed her lips together, her small hands gathered her robe, then she took a set of clothes to change into, and walked into the dining room with him.
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About two months later, Christopher Smith's suicide case reached a verdict under the court's mediation.
