Belle took a step forward, put her hands around Feynman's neck, stood on tiptoes and pecked him on the lips.
Feynman watched her closed eyes and trembling eyelashes getting closer and closer to him, and his heart seemed to skip a beat, and the soft touch on her lips made him unable to control himself.
Belle didn't have to be brave for a few seconds, and was about to escape with a blushing face. Feynman grabbed her waist and asked her to wrap her hands around him obediently. He raised her chin with his other hand and spoke softly.
"I want more."