Putting her hand into Nicholas Croft's palm, Sophie Foster puffed up her cheeks and said, "Uncle, wait for me a moment, I'll go get my bag."
Nicholas Croft lowered his gaze, the tall and slender man, whose line of sight included the girl's heavily made-up upturned small face with those striking red lips that stood out under the dim lighting, slightly pursed, resembling a little chick's behind, a bit tangled yet very cute.
The scene of her forcefully kissing him that night unconsciously popped up, though it was just a soft touch, yet the gentle sensation seemed to still linger on his lips, suppressing the desire to experience it once more, Nicholas Croft responded lightly, "Go ahead."
Watching Sophie Foster's figure walking in a certain direction, a faint curve appeared at the corner of Nicholas Croft's lips.
