Arthur Lindsey suddenly stopped, at the breezy embankment, and kissed her full forehead.
One kiss, long and sweet.
Ella Lacey's heart was filled with happiness and joy, and she asked cheerfully, "More beautiful than Xi Shi? Then who am I?"
"Bella Mason," Arthur Lindsey replied with a mischievous smile.
"Haha, I'm Madam White Snake."
Ella laughed out loud, "Husband, you really think we're touring West Lake. If I'm Madam White Snake, then you're Edmund Huxley? But somehow I feel that you're more handsome, more domineering than—"
The words were not spoken.
Ella's cherry lips were sealed tightly by a pair of soft lips.
Such a beautiful moment.
How can it be missed?
Arthur tenderly embraced her, amidst the reflection of the lake waters, within the verdant willow leaves, in the breeze caressing their faces, passionately intertwined with her, lost in forgetful ************* not far away.
