Sylvan Cheney curled his finger, a tempting smirk playing at the corner of his lips: "Let me taste it."
Jasmine Yale had been around him long enough to know that he could be absolutely shameless at times.
Although he played it serious in front of outsiders, when it was just them alone, all restraints fell away.
Jasmine's face turned red: "If you want to kiss me, just say it directly."
"Alright, come here. I want to kiss you."
Such blunt and teasing words made Jasmine's face flush fiercely, red as a cooked shrimp.
When had he become even more shameless?
Her heart began to beat rapidly, her mind blanking out for a few seconds.
Jasmine stood up, took two steps, and threw herself into his embrace. Not giving him the chance to take the lead, she hooked her arms around his neck first and kissed his lips.
Having taken the initiative many times, her kissing skills, under his guidance, had grown more and more adept.
