"Do you remember what I said?"
The man was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, and he looked clean and elegant.
The girl was sitting on the floor, holding ice cream in her hand, her face flushed.
"Of course I remember!"
She blinked her big eyes, as watery as a kitten.
"Then why did you forget it again?"
He bent down, picked her up from the ground, put her on his lap, then tapped the tip of her nose with his index finger, smiling softly: "Because I want to punish you."
He stuck out his tongue and licked his sexy thin lips. That face was like a perfect work of art carefully carved by God.
"I don't want punishment..." She bit her lip, her voice was as soft as a feather, tugging at his heartstrings.
He raised the corners of his mouth, lowered his head and kissed her lips.
The girl's eyes widened and she looked at him in disbelief. His kiss had a faint smell of tobacco and mint.
She wanted to speak, but he blocked her mouth. The tips of their tongues met, and they could feel each other's breathing.
This lingering kiss lasted for a long time before she gasped and left his arms.
